Where do I go when the music starts?
October 28, 2011 Leave a comment
Where do I go when the music starts?
When I blow my horn and jazz blurts out?
Maybe I am holed up in the right hemisphere with the shades drawn
– the motel existential.
Maybe I go underground and then
Maybe, man, I am submersed head-to-toe in liquid sublimity –
Me being all lava-in-a-lamp like.
Where do I go when the music starts?
I go with it.
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