riffing in ombre
London foggy rain
strolling in Memphis
in the blue Coltrane
psychedelic raga
once wept from sitar
Carnaby street lad
now props up the bar
his Nehru jacket
in velvet brocade
for a proper pint
he'd now gladly trade
those were the days we
thought would never end
now hurdy gurdy man
can't even find a friend
fancy Afghan coat
once posh and natty
can't turn up collar
for the fur's all ratty
so go striations
a bedrock timeline
of Jurassic coast
can you spare a dime
it is not kismet
it's no fault of his
nor karmic justice
just is what it is
youth calls to aged
folks who crossed the bar
a dear old lady
who reached out a spar
my ancient mariner
by the name of Mary
her bar-crossed Russel
old lady of the sea
riffing begets memory
as down deep I go
wind at my window
holy wendigo
I' ne'er cease ceasing
to call and call more
shall I call the gods
to enter through the door?
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