Ode To the Player

Within the waning moon This January eve, Aquarius in bloom Fixes on a faded tune Played on a bass guitar. How far you are are From where I am. Those junkie memories Do sicken me. The lost time of Soul madness. Suzanne, by a river He named me Picking a bass guitar. Here than you are Here to say, hello. Dark apparition I have let go. Lifes' curtain Came crashing And now you are asking, why? So was I hearing only The echo of a pounding Bass guitar.