| Hymn to the Night I heard the trailing garments of the Night |
| Record |
| Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness Since I am coming to that Holy room |
| Little Fugue Everyone should have a little fugue, she says, |
| Go Greyhound A few hours after Des Moines |
| Lost Fugue for Chet A single spot slides the trumpet’s flare then stops |
| Fiddler Jones The earth keeps some vibration going |
| The Waltz We Were Born For I never knew them all, just hummed |
| Beagle or Something The composer's name was Beagle or something |
| Two Pages, 122 Words on Music and Dance |
| On 52nd Street Down sat Bud, raised his hands, |
| Alexander's Feast; or, the Power of Music 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won |
| A Book Of Music Coming at an end, the lovers |
| Lullaby in Blue The child takes her first journey |
| The Weary Blues Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, |
| Latin & Soul some waves |
| The Day Duke Raised: May 24th, 1974 that day began with a shower |
| Interlude: Still Still Inside the hole, where it's yellow, |
| The Guitar The weeping of the guitar |
| The Supremes In Ball's Market after surfing till noon, |
| Street Music |
| Honky Tonk in Cleveland, Ohio It's a jazz affair, drum crashes and cornet razzes. |
| Water Music The words are a beautiful music. |
| Passing Through Albuquerque At dusk, by the irrigation ditch |
| The Owl and the Pussy-Cat The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea |
| The Last Evening And night and the large wheels turning |
| Here and Now There are words |
| Untitled Art's desire to get it all said |
| The Everyday Enchantment of Music A rough sound was polished until it became a smoother sound, which was polished until it |
| B-Sides from my Idol Tryouts The wild geese approaching treason, now federated along one keep |
| The World Doesn’t Want Me Anymore, and it Doesn’t Know It I am the corner and the cab’s glow-up roof. |
| A Score for Tourist Movies If music plays with film |