Newspaper & Trumpet

She never called me back
So I never had to fear
The water runs so deep
When it runs
I see a thousand limbs
The tree above the ground
Is equal to the tree below
The falling water
“This house, these hands, don’t matter!”
She cried out, she fled
She stumbled, hit her head
Scrambling for a safety net of time
Mighty chimes of chatter
Bells over the hills
The train is not on time again
The brakeman cannot wait
I’m waiting at the station
Creation! Elation!
Frustration! These electric words
Absurd
Locked up in clocks and transition
Take your position in the kitchen
Hitchin’ a ride
From outside town
Newspaper and trumpet
Visiting the troupe
Closing the loop
Letting my hair grow out

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I'm j and I play: musician, web guy, family man.

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