On Saxophone Street (iv)

Accordian Avenue
Would suit you better,
Somewhere you feel safe, you said.
So I cased the joint, from every corner,
But I saw no danger,
Not from a stranger.

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Gravitas

I had gravitas.
Once I had respect, status.
Ashes in the mouth.

My Song

I may be flat I may be sharp
But I will sing my song

My guitar may be out of tune
But I will sing my song

The ends of the lines may not be in rhyme
But I will sing my song

I may not play well with others
But I will sing my song

If I forget some of the words
I will sing my song

Because it is my song
I will sing my song.