Jazz

some days I want to
fly to California
with an aching in my heart
like Jimmy Page
singing on his acoustic
in the rain
but when the sun is bursting with love

that feeling only lasts for a day or two
a masturbatory moment
of ecstasy
then I crawl under the dark bridge
where the rock fusion rolling stones
set up in the corner
and rehearse

that sad sad song
melancholy drums and woeful guitar
brings me down
down down down

to swim in that blue stream
of broken notes and keys
that sound like fragments
of a guitarist mind.

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7 thoughts on “Jazz

  1. As a long-time friend hanging out on the free road
    at the crossroads of destiny put in standbye
    in California I will ride under gray sky
    With a beer that we share, I will sit down with you
    under rain in order to drown sadness into
    then I will hear your blues for that sorrow is slowed

    Thank you for sharing 🙂

  2. I once wanted an escape and recharge myself like the monk who sold his Ferrari and be in nature, detox emotionally and physiologically. And read and blog.
    I am in Sweden being the monk who sold her mopet and doing exactly what I wanted. Never give up on dreams but never wish for pain. The world has lot to offer in that field already
    God bless!

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