Currently Listening Riding with the King By Eric Clapton & B.B. King Ten Long Years see related

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Street Corner Beast

Every eve she waits near the street light:

Six foot two, with handsome curves I adore.

Her jet-black hair melts her into the night,

With legs stronger than the heroes of lore,

She stares boldly at each passing stranger.

Belching seductions that give them a pause,

But most are filled with a sense of danger,

And turn to flee from her bear-like paws.          

Some, however, think of themselves as sly,       

So she sweeps them away to her own place,

Where she deftly unmasks for hungry eye,

And all becomes clear to a startled face.

Fear fills the night as she sends them to sleep,

Leaving all who knew them to pray and weep.

Currently Listening Kind of Blue By Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Cannonball Adderley, Bill Evans Freddy Freeloader see related

I Thought You Should Know

I have just recently

discovered that

 I am currently infected

with disease

and perhaps

you should get

yourself

checked out

for we

shared those long

moments

in those lonely nights.

Currently Listening Her Majesty By The Decemberists Los Angeles, I'm Yours see related

The Sparrow

 
Tweedle-ee-dee! Tweedle-ee-dee!
He soars above the chaparral,
Singing songs of folderol,
That float down past the tamarack,
Taking all the rest aback.
They beg and plead and shout for more.
Such palaver does he adore.
These lovely little sycophants,
Crawling down below like ants.
Their extolations much like hymns,
Place him in a palanquin.
Where he rides out his joke,
Wrapped in a taffeta cloak.
‘Till his wings beat their last death throes,
And in his fall from grace, he goes:
Tweedle-ee-dee! Tweedle-ee-dee!