The Ballad of Crazy Joe

He’s stitching the truth within his tome Pulling the needle with woe His fertile mind shall serve as his home Tethers too rigid to sew All precious detail is rendered there Memory puts on a show Clarity finds him out of thin air He nearly dons a halo Don’t ever mock Crazy Joe Maestros get lost during anxious times Magic strands logic below He tickles those keys caustic like limes Never once asking for dough Within his head he’s never alone Concertos twisting his flow Don’t interrupt when he’s in that zone He lacks roots yet he will grow No one can stop Crazy Joe He offers up such unique cuisine With flavors that overflow Humus and beans will make you feel lean Even if you’re feeling low Don’t pluck your tongue when you get confused Flax seeds are saying hello There’s nary a spice that goes unused Comfort still satisfies though Don’t fail to thank Crazy Joe Patience avoids his most ardent gaze Everyone moves way too slow He seeks order in random arrays Gravity too great to throw Crooked freeways will tug him away Flying that line like a crow Mincing his grasp while he goes astray Where he hides I’ll never know Crazy Joe, where do you go?