Notes of variation

Written by: Leonard Taormina

Sunday again listening to the blues;
Getting my share; 
Church is in secession;
And to its intentions;
I really couldn’t say;
Things are different every day;
And how much should I care;
That depends on the dues.
     More than half are ghost;
     And through my ears I play as host.
     They’re fingers popping;
     With senses hopping;
     They dance to the midnight stroll;
     Double talking rhymes;
     Sixteenth times;
     And where am I going I never know.