"Psychedilic Cat"

Timothy Leary slumbers
Nearby strings await in silence
There is no abandoned Peavy
Laying in dust ridden ruins
Within this container of nostalgia
Forgotten dreams of a Martin
Settling for something less
Easily obtained
Nobody notices the difference
Except me
Rose colored granny glasses
Hidden away in the drawer
Albums in racks
Thelonious Monk,Sonny Boy Williamson,
Muddy Waters,John Booker......
Just to mention a few
Imaginations of Greenwich Village
Settling for Old Town in Chicago
Freight train whistles in the distance
Noise in the city of disbelief
Cold faces filled with wrought
On the street
New Orleans is whispering to me
Down in the Quarter
Sitting on the sidewalk
Smoking a stale Picayune
While crows jaw nearby
The fog filled air with its odors
The vortex cannot penetrate
I am filled with delirium
Sweet music and the voices of daughters
Let the silver cord be loosed
Over the horizons
I have made good my escape!

~Moses~
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