A day drained
at the upright
away by that
cold sick place
No show on
the pastor so
it's a sing-a-long
with me leading
on the upright
wondering if i'll
ever get out
extending there
and in ever aspect
of my life
A day made
better
at the grand
sitting playing
a few notes
and i approach
sit on the edge
of the bench
and play those
two little chords
bringing me back
to warmer days
of red cowboy boots
and stale cigarettres
no one listened.
except the person
next to me.
"god, that sounds so
familiar like its from
a movie"
"its a song we
used to listen to..."
"i dont remember it"
neither do i
"Don't walk too close,
don't breathe so soft
Don't talk so sweet,
don't sing" - Don't
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