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.