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Dec 2020
The measure is irrelevant
in the tablature of the soul

Beats per minute
will vary
as the chorus
of your song grows

Weather on the 16th notes
or even the eighth
the muse of jazz
commences to cooperate

And so we play along
with the sax of a new wave
marching in step
dancing in sync
while our worlds are on the brink

Be strong and play along

And yeah
listen to some Elton John!
Traveler Tim

Elton John,
Your Song

little bit funny, this feelin' inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money, but boy, if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelin' show
Oh, I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well, a few of the verses, well, they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that…
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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