FREEDOM IN SIXTY-FOUR BARS (An Original Poem)

5:30AM wake up, shower,
coffee, buttered toast, and
So What? flowing from the radio

its call and response,
like smoke, coaxes me softly
to some other kind of consciousness

a strange feeling settles
at two minutes thirty-three,
reality? It’s just some charlatan
“you’ve been a harlot, son.”
the notes say, “You’ve sold
your best years for a song.”

By three minutes twenty-six
Miles had me transfixed,
I was living 2/7ths of a life,
struggling through the mires
of a Monday to Friday strife
for such a small slice

it’s taken quite a long time
but who am I to whine?
I’ve found a few moments of
freedom in sixty-four bars.

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