This morning I have poetry
in my head
but not a damned thing to say
I've got the rhythm
but no words
wish I were a drummer
or a pianist
Man, I wish I were
a pianist
I even have a piano
in my house
I took some lessons.
But alas
I've not gotten there
So, I'm stuck
Billy Preston had a song
with no melody
and it made him a
pretty penny
I just don't see a poem
without words
moving anyone
or moving me
for that matter
Damn, now Billy Preston
has overtaken my rhythm


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