About My Rhythm

Tom Waits Creates My Rhythm,

When Stepping Out Into The Street;

This Cold, Cold, Cold World.

Photographing Blind,

Never Knows What Lies Ahead,

Forgotten What’s Behind.

Two-Steps In An Alley, A Quartet, A Salsa, A Poet,

Lurking Around The Bend:

Dogs barking,

A Kid Wailing,

A Polished Trombone,

I Miss It All, No Camera In Hand.

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