With A Flower In Her Hair
She asked how she looked with the flower in her hair.
Shocked by her beauty, the words did elude me.
But later, thinking back, the memory decreed words.
A pretty woman with a flower in her hair
Do Not Bid Goodnight
Do not bid goodnight to me, fair maid
For night without your arms no rest shall be
My visions of you dancing never fade
And in the morn, ‘tis you I’ll wish to see
Jive On Java
O pure, perplexing brew undaunted
Vixen of my dreams unhaunted
Dreg of mirth and swill of tannic truth