Moustachioed blues

My moustachioed bird
A flash of blue
On your wings
That take you to the places
You were born to go to

My moustachioed blues
A flash of beige
In the trees
I know it’s you
The way you squawk at me

Moustachioed blues
I love you
I love you
My moustachioed blues

My moustachioed blues

An ode to the Jays
An irregelar ode

I’m irregular

My moustachioed blues
I love you
I love you

A flash of beige
I know it’s you
The way you squawk at me
I know it’s you
Up in those trees
A flash of blue
Upon your wings

My moustachioed blues
I love you

I love you…..

Wind

The wind against my face
With no one around
To see I’m part of the human race
Going at my own pace
I don’t care for empty platitudes
I don’t wanna talk to you

I’ll be alone in my own mind
And I don’t care cause I got the time
I don’t keep on your watch
I don’t walk the line
Not so linear
In this head of mine

I’m always in the wrong place
For I don’t fit in, anyway
So what do I care if I step behind
Never keeping up
With you men in your ties
It’s just a noose around your neck

I’m running loose
Cause, what the heck
I don’t need those shiny shoes
I won’t slick my hair back
And look like you

I’ll listen to Bob Dylan
In my car with the window open
On a winters day
Cuz we got the blues
And only the wind knows what to do.