The Crippled Jazzer

Down in the delta

Caught in the valley

Drowned into sunlight

Sunk into holy

Losing minutes

Stuck in composing

Finding an angle

Hell-bent on choosing

Warn all the dead

Losing my vision

Searching for tender

Grounding down slowly

Up in my head

Wanting collision

Rounding out sounds

Nothing is growing

And the heat

And the beat

It was good

It was good

And the beat

And the heat

It went on as it should

And the heat

And the beat

It was good

It was good

And the beat

Yes the beat

It went on as it should