Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Midday Blues and Other Jazz Musings


Stomp my foot to the beat
as the sounds rise to my ears like heat from the ground
you can feel the musician in the notes
every strain from the horn denotes a pain in his life
Hang my head in disgust
in this oppressive heat your woes seem a little worse
i feel sick to my stomach but its not caused by illness
and every tick on this keyboard is a beat of my heart
Fold my arms to appear engaged
its getting harder and harder fein a smile for strangers
though i doubt it fooled anyone anyhow, anyone who cared
every time i fake a laugh i forget how it feels to want to
Raise my fist to take a stand
I wont let it go on like this,
having every ray of light blocked by a grey cloud
this year, this moment, this verse will be different
ill wipe the rain from my eyes see life for what it is
yet every time i make this promise i fear the inevitable
you can only bend a note so far before it isnt right
Maybe ill just stomp my foot to the beat