Mellow Cello
My mind is far away,
I float to and fro’,
And notice my feet tap,
To the rhythm of a Jazz band.
Sexy saxophones, double bass,
And that truly triumphant cornet.
But here and there overlaid,
I soothe for the mellow cello.
This is almost big band high,
When I’m sitting here in Edin’s.
Comfy sofa and funky arts,
Letting the good times roll on by.
Though I’m half my age,
I languish in the pallid glow.
Tormented no longer, at peace,
Where the beat will yet allow.
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