Eerily in the morning
I tend to follow rules
But...
rhyming in good timing
lack a certain cool!

When evening passion flows
my soul resumes it’s journey
my word in hot pursuit
to express a primal yearning

Stings of my guitar
bend from black to *****
connecting all the patterns
fast fret rockabilly groves!
And…
I’ve been known to play a bit
of jazzed soak blues…

The days are long
for a bard such as me
For…
I come from Traverse City
with a guitar on my knee!