The beat

The beat

I walked off the bus today
shoes tarnished by the rain
laces undone
too frazzled too lazy
to bend down

I scurried across the street
Trumpet in arm
the pressure of the case
nudging my arm
too rushed too late
to adjust it

I ran into the club
suit on sharp
shoes tarnished by the rain
trumpet in arm
buzzing my lips
too hot too cool
to care for

I walked off the bus today
and I walked off yesterday
always rushing to a
different beat than my
own music so

I will walk off the bus tomorrow
maybe tiptoe a bit
whistle a bit and
gaze at the sky
so the beat of my
heart matches the beat of
my music