Don't jazz me
Not today
Your floating beams of coffee city
And tan, sultry rays
Are too much
I am not in a detective novel
There is no hat rack in my office
Despite the urge to drink straight whiskey some days
I learned back in high school that I am not that jazzy
I become a belligerent vagrant
Don't stop the jazz
Not on my account
But please don't try to rope me in
With dissonant riffs that match my mood
I have no time for imaginative daydreams
I choose to focus instead on the spit valve
Which reminds me of city plumbing
From this vantage I can get back to reality
That one where I am dressed plainly
Stepping over black puddles to keep my rubber soles white
--
4.10.13
Not today
Your floating beams of coffee city
And tan, sultry rays
Are too much
I am not in a detective novel
There is no hat rack in my office
Despite the urge to drink straight whiskey some days
I learned back in high school that I am not that jazzy
I become a belligerent vagrant
Don't stop the jazz
Not on my account
But please don't try to rope me in
With dissonant riffs that match my mood
I have no time for imaginative daydreams
I choose to focus instead on the spit valve
Which reminds me of city plumbing
From this vantage I can get back to reality
That one where I am dressed plainly
Stepping over black puddles to keep my rubber soles white
--
4.10.13
Comments