Junior Keys
hold tight
I think I’m
I think I’m coming
restless,
that’s how I’m feeling
got a burning
in the soles of my feet
growing hotter
the deeper south I walk
it’s the calling
of that autonomic wind
to wash me in authentic
spilling forth
my desperate freedom
the kind that has to
burn a village down
to nothing but smoldering
ashes and blackened earth
just to start again
a new beginning
or a new lover
I can’t deny it
its passion and rhythm
slow, pounding
by far the strongest
emotion for this body
a pull that entrances
a glassy glaze
that takes over the eye
as the surrendered smile
engulfs the expression
uninhibited sighs
gasps of pure indulgence
pouring forth
ah, there’s nothing more
that I have ever
so badly searched for
bluesmen world-wide know
the steady throb
the hook held fast
inside your heart
the body’s best way
to bring that feeling out
it doesn’t always
have to grind in
sure and capable
taking its time
maybe even rocking
into covers of Wells
that’s what the flame
is telling me today
I’m certainly not opposed
to fulfilling it
with ginger powder
an unlikely preference
the art nouveau lover
can’t say no
but I’m also willing
to admit
when the smoke’s had
it’s effect
on an unconditioned
paranoia, ‘cause
I know this feeling
scarring up my feet
they used to be so delicate
now they’re wretched
scuffed and hard
dirty little things
how can I be trusted
when I follow them
everywhere they go?
guiding me through mazes
sometimes of my making
or into walls
also with a good chance
of being one of mine
in this temporal state
I’ve got no other choice
so I’ll accept it while I can
dreaming to where
I want to go
modern-day pirate music
whispers sadly about
a force, one that I
think would do me good
a lighthouse on the shore
as my ghost ship’s coming home
pass me through the storm
and I think I may just wander
each and every time I leave
right on back to it