muscle memory
dishwashing always needs a soundtrack
so I let my phone play deejay and the
next thing I knew I was chewing on a
piece of grass walking down the road
even though we ain’t go money there’s
a place in the world for a gambler so
dance with me ‘cause oz never did give
nothing to loosen a jar from the nose
of a bear who was born in the summer
of his twenty-seventy year and out riding
fences for so long now you just look at
him and cry please come to Boston for the
springtime because I was so much older then
Peace,
Milton
This muscle is a heart that knows every little thing is magic!
Love it!
Still counting up the songs and trying to remember the titles. What a neat memory to wake up to, thanks
Love the “sounds” of these songs running through my head!
Each phrase I read came with a melody.
Thanks, Milton. <3