Boy Bleed Ink
Written for the Challenger Newspaper, June, 2014
Boy bleed ink
before that love roll jam gone down,
and hey lay back that mad cap,
to the still slow and steady droll
of last notes and tumblin tones.
And instantly- feel the beat.
And hey high over there,
but still discrete on that monster beat
and pull pull pull pull pull pull pull-
and off to the sound and only the sound
and no more anymore but the sound
and out and all around
with no mistake in the anxious wake
of the glorious note
to be down with the sound.
On the front row, on the top bill
of the house below the street,
the gentle march of tiny feet,
and the city stops to an endless beat,
and the crowd rolls down from the pillar town
and on to the city street,
and the buses slip and feel the drips
that just wont fit into the room,
but drift on through to the feelin mean
to drop the act and come clean
of breakin beat with the city sound and city street-
all concept to the step-
all abstract to the fact.
But with the humble jumble of a four man band
aint no way to hate the plain simple and just plain late
to the tumblin note of a cold blue light
on this wonderful bandstand night.
Here is a screen shot from the actual paper: