Take the Croissant Train


Take the Croissant Train: A Major Quixotic Lament in Fb Minor (a.k.a Flamingo Flat Minor)

“You want Paris in Harlem,” Duke said, eyes like midnight brass. “But we ride the A Train, not some buttery detour.”

The Pink Flamingo, plumage once radiant with bebop bravado, now sagged under the weight of soggy dreams and a saxophone that sobbed in B♭. He had dared to dream of flaky crescents and café noir, of jazz that pirouetted through patisseries and puffed its cheeks with whimsy. He even wanted to compose The Butterscotch Brioche Blues. 

But Duke, ever the sovereign of syncopation, had no room for pastry metaphors in his empire of swing.

They argued beneath a dripping marquee, the rain composing its own bitter ballad on the pavement.

Said Pink “But Oh Duke, the croissant is a symbol! A flaky rebellion! A breakfast of broken hearts!”

The Duke grunted “Symbol or not, it don’t swing. You want to rename the anthem of uptown soul after a French pastry? That’s not jazz—it’s a brunch menu.”

The Flamingo’s saxophone let out a mournful trill, like a train that missed its station and kept on steaming into the fog. 

He knew then: he’d be erased. Scrubbed from the acetate like a smudge of jam on a linen napkin. No liner notes. No solos. Just silence where his flamboyant riffs once danced.

And so he left, feathers sodden, dreams half-baked. 

Somewhere in a forgotten café, he still plays “Take the Croissant Train” to pigeons and poets, his lament echoing through espresso steam and the ghost of swing.

Pink pictured here at the station with his trio as the croissant train arrives.


Maharaja blues were also supporters of croissant train transport.

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Notes:

For a flamingo steeped in sorrow and velvet, we needed a key that sighed with elegance and drips with melancholy. Hence F♭ minor (flamingo flat minor)—a key that doesn’t technically exist in standard notation, but that’s precisely the point. 

🎼 The Anatomy of F♭ Minor:
- Scale tones: F♭ – G♭ – A♭♭ – B♭♭ – C♭ – D♭♭ – E♭♭  
  (Yes, double flats like a double scotch on the rocks of sadness. Because flamingo grief is extra)
- Mood: Smoky twilight, velvet-draped regret, the sound of feathers rustling in slow motion
- Signature chord: F♭m9 with a suspended 11—lush, unresolved, like a flamingo staring into the distance
- Modulation options: Slips easily into D♭ diminished or A♭ augmented, like a flamingo losing its footing on a wet platform

This key is banned in most conservatories for being “too emotionally unstable”.

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  1. Maharaja Miku the Bad Bear Bard22 September 2025 at 19:10

    One must hasten to add as not all was lost, in another time and another place Professor A Indigo become famous for his variants of the Bittersweet Butterscotch Blues and reportedly he used it to woo Madam Fuchsia

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