DAYDREAMING
The day is grey and lays out
in front of my early morning elation.
When your peers award your efforts,
its a sweet, sweet sensation.
Stan Getz on the sound track,
"Stairway to the Stars"
and I'm higher than a kite rocketing into space
and have just passed Mars.
I'm one lucky SOB
it couldn't get any luckier than to be me.
I look up and smile
because that's my style.
My second last pen has just run out of ink.
The words tumble out almost faster than I can think.
Sometimes the rhyme gets in the way
and I fiddle around and piss away the day.
The naked muse lies lazy on the bed
and farts in my general direction
I don't know what she wants
but she sure has my attention.
Charlie Parker the long gone master "Bird"
is playing something from 1952, bebop
and its as fresh and new
as when it was first heard.
There is old age acne on my cheek
and I remember I died of acne when I was fourteen.
But now I'm seventy one
and each day is a new life begun.
What I seek is not the resurrection
and I'm not headed in a new direction
because each day I have existed under this sun
has been a peon to joy and glorious fun.