The Zydeco Sounds That Are My Life

The television’s on The sound blends with the music I cannot even hear the voices Or what they have to say To tell the truth I don’t really care The radio sits next to my chair With a dial that has found a million stations Played a billion songs Old and ragged it still wails A zydeco tune written generations ago The saxophone played by a New Orleans black man The guitar picked gently to slide into the song The drums pounding out a never ending heartbeat They fill my senses more than they should I do not want to hear a human voice My life is within the music And the music surrounds me Changing even the moving air The smoke of my cigarette swirls Dancing on invisible breezes Unseen and unfelt they are still there And the smoke moves around me Dancing with the rhythm of the song My head starts to bob My feet start to move with the music And my heart swells with joy That is how I want to live my life Hidden from the outside world of life I am one with the melodic tunes Who could ask for more?