Sunday, 26 April 2020

Tristano



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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