The turn-table's in
rotation and
Otis is rallying
my sin,

Oh,
your cambridge blues
are piercing
me
where I'm kneeling in your
pew
like God himself
has been here,
like God himself
cast you

you dust another
record
and you
phrase it on your
shelf

you're everything,
an eclectic,
class-act
tapestry,
boy, you're something
else.