The Loneliest Monk
North of Sunset where the jazz night begins
I sit, a solitary figure
The Loneliest Monk
Leapfrogging past the Gigolo's swing
Crossing paths with a Caravan
I wander down Easy Street
A lonely tune 'Round Midnight
From my heart, I let a song escape
Sweet and Lovely, A Sophisticated Lady
An April in Paris, my soul's melody
Don't blame me for these foolish things
Relaxing with Lee, at Monk's Point
These foolish things, they remind me of you
But now, Lulu's back in town, stirring the silence with her
Suburban Eyes
Ugly beauty in this world of jazz
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
In walked bud, said I'm sentimental over you
So Misterioso
A monk's Dream
A monk's mood
Off Minor, light Blue
I'm confessing, I love you
Yet, all's for me is solitude
Rythm-a-ning in a bag's groove
Straight, no chaser
I am the loneliest Monk
And indigo
is my mood