Thelonious Monk is Dancing (Prose Poem)

Thelonious Monk is dancing. He is rotating in a circle at the same speed with which one fixes a bicycle. (I’ve also heard rumors about yoga retreats in California where young kids in the neighborhood with a paper route make deliveries on bicycles where the wheels are simply the dhammacakka themselves and anyone who doesn’t know a yoga retreat is nearby stops short whenever they see this and begin to wonder what great thing is about the change. (And what do they hear?))