Old Heart
Most times,
old heart,
you're like
a sultry walking blues;
48 beats per minute
of Muddy or John Lee
shuffling a twelve bar,
never out of rhythm,
classic, lazy,
drowsy
old man's beat
boom,boom
boom, boom
boom, boom
boom, boom
Old heart,
your beat's
sometimes like
a vicious bebop chorus;
Coltrane or Parker
blasting a furious solo
as the notes fly up my
chest like bubbles
rising in water
and popping
through the
surface
Old heart,
I don't mind
your bebop
and I love your blues
But please don't
learn any
techno
Or we're done
Y'hear?
Copyright © David Brown | Year Posted 2014
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