cathy_edgett) wrote, cathy_edgett
We sat on couches saved from the rain.
The drummer flailed at the edge of failure.
Then saved us all at the last minute.
It was the bass that carried the beat.
Guitar chords meteored through space, decayed.
A black cat walked the rafters.
Alone and inside a red light the saxophone asked why.
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