For old times sake
Old minds sake
Rewind and scratch the sidewalk
With a wingtip gliding by fake
With old kitten lips pressed to the reed
And the quiet patter of kickdrum feet
Would you play it one more time for me?
With the chattering of Ivory teeth nearby
Would you let the Cool Jazz river run deep?

Rather have 2 drunken angels on my shoulders
Than
2 sober demons.

Your
puppy eyes
looking up at me
always remind me
that I am
so very lucky.