I
needed analysis. I saw the man.
I
had the C-Minor Complex big time.
I
was stuck in the groove all through my prime.
I
walked scores of miles just to understand.
My
name was sad, with sundry embellishments.
I
stuck it to everyone my kind of groove.
A-Major
Emotions, just hear this move
Miles
unscored in downtown establishments.
I
was Jonah inside a Bechstein Grand,
Isolation’s
many small ironies.
I
let the right hand overwrite the left hand
Until
I was spewed here to make others spark.
No
more I me mine on the ivories,
I
walk miles of your vibrant light and dark.
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