STROLLING OUT OF TUNE
When the wind blows round it swirls and sweeps memories of what was once there, thoughts of an old song take longer and longer to repair
Began toe tapping almost adding in the clapping but would rather arise maybe explore to find a new prize
Stuck in a cerebral gap this tune may take a map,keeping digging in try to place that gorgeous groove
Set off out the door to not be a bore, soon found myself pacing in time to some hidden rhyme ,waiting for it to arise
Birds and buses beginning to chirp and hum adding their part, as I try to pick up more clues
Taking it in stride feeling this may be a long stroll,that unknown elegy will be a nice surprise
Rambling again, smooth echoes entering my mind hopefully helping to harmonize my next muse
Making the next strut to remove muzak from that rut, picking it up a key or two will surely bring brightness to my eyes
Lost lyrics lingering ,slowly letting go of that fingering, guitar maybe a banjo or dobro waiting with a new lick to diffuse
Back to the trail humming along listening to the sky's to drop that song,so will this shuffle bring a new ruffle or just be for the exercise
Again set to travel as the sonnets unravel, hoping that bebop will be part of the hop desiring the dancing, breaking into upbeat prancing finally finding that new melody will be the best news. R..C.