not in the mood
for boogey woogey tonight
I put on the vinyl, listening
to old new music.
art I had missed
twenty-five years passed,
when my mind was somewhere else
before my mind started
to find its way home.
not in the mood
for wailing blues tonight
not even this
old new
Box of Frogs.
I need razor notes, or even
chiming, jangly chords,
with words that make me
nod in assent
some Maximum R&B that really isn't
notes only up
no blue ones,
with tops that are down turned
nothing that bows low, to the earth,
near the dirt.
tonight I need air,
lightning,
razor chimes.
© 2010 Marc S. McCune
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