Thursday, August 23, 2012

The Jazz Baby

Happy birthday, Jesse

Too many troubadours and no legitimate leader,
But the jazz baby can almost fly on his blue wing.

Every dream is owned by some unholy conglomerate,
But the jazz baby skreeks like the birds.

Rotted tyrants hold the Earth and its entire people hostage,
But the jazz baby will grab at anything he can reach.

The news edits out the facts to save room for the more important lies,
But the jazz baby hears in church bells things we'll never comprehend.

Every day more furniture is put out on the street,
But the jazz baby has a taste for everything left behind.

Discarded masterpieces float in the sewers,
But the jazz baby looks toward the blue in the skies.

When he looks at you, he smiles right through.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Sounds like we'd be better with more jazz babies around, who are free from...well...everything.

I pictured a flying baby. Not a flying baby in a heroic pose, but, a relaxing cherub.