There oughta be
A soundtrack to
My life. A rhythm…
A rhythm,
To my walk
Like Shaft's...
A cat-like grace,
Choreographed, by
Me.
There oughta be some
Tom-toms
Pounding some
Urgent drums sounding
The long drawn
Song of my
Discontent. There oughta be some
Sad sexy
Saxophone thrown in
For tender moments…
Some strings
Played and serenades
Made to commemorate
Those Blue Moods, too…
Even if no one
Ever sees my movie
There oughta be
A soundtrack
To my life…
A discordant set played to
The complex maze,
A cadence to this
Strut of Independence…
If this day be my
Masterpiece,
My freak dance,
My opus,
Let the pace of
A Hip-hop beat
Speed thru my progress…
Let the guitar's wah-wah play
Me cool and
Ridiculous.
Let my lyrics be
Sweetened by
A ménage of flutes
And a mad marathon of
Trumpets...
And let my adversities
Be accompanied by
Something like a
SCREEEEEEEEAM!
And let my adversities
Be accompanied by
Something like a
SCREEEEEEEEAM!
See, there oughta be
A soundtrack
Some mean-ass brass,
A ballsy high-hat…
And a crazy
Cry… of tenor sax
To accent it all.
Even if no one
Ever sees
My movie
There oughta be
Some music,
Some attempt at harmony
And some chords played
Finally, finally right…
To accompany … this
Riff, this flight,
This trip-hop scat bop
Doo-doo-wow
Jazz flop
I call
My Life.
One.
By L. M. Ross
