LIVING IN MY HEAD

 

 

 

 

I feel a breeze

of notes tap my

rhythmic fingers

driving my feet

to walk a dance.

Leaves twist

when sounds reach

into boughs

of green

where jazz passes by.

 

My head rocks

in gentle rolls

like piano keys

full of cool beats

and brushing winds.

My heels slide

the sidewalks

like snare brushes talking

in vibrations pulsing

and snapping fingers.

 

Ain’t never stopping

the sounds

making me smile

bringing me tunes

living in my head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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