Category : Poems

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Ain’t been no 
Sun-shine for days,
E-ver since My 
Father has gone a-way. 
A grey line
So sublime
I find re-mind,
M-e tha-t my 
Dad has gone away.


Leaves blown ‘gainst
My back but none 
That hit home’n
Wa-ves
That My Sax don’t  
Pla-y them tenor
Tales in buck-et 
Breves of 
Fa-ilng scales.


Song-s  in the
Die-rect-ion of,
The Leaves blown’
To show Love.
To whom the Leaves 
Are call-en,
It Sounds sharp
Al-tho the 
Notes flat-ten.


What is to-day
Friday? 
God it’s been
Since this grey 
Sublime-ly 
Pirou-ette,
A-way the Day.
In kick the buck-et,
Full of scales.


Been to-tally grey
All Day-til light-ning
Shines Sil-ver line-ing
A-gainst greys dis-may.
As Eye’s tear away
And I begin to play 
Life and Death’s
Se-ren-ade,
Tha-ts’po-se to 
Play that way.