Parts

Twilight on my lazing brain
seeks for warmth & cools my veins
floating breath in freezing throat
times in black shirt, pants & coat

Nothing did change
what do you think about my part

what made that change on you
do you think our future's through?

Harming tunes to December rain
creatures that feature their actual pain
graveyards crowded with souls in a loss
of jolly good friend

Roll that golden sunny way on
which thou ought to touch the bow
feed the trees you'd never let grow
leave to seek the world a new

Three trombones that'll hitchhike home
blow black men's blood among the pale
daylight fades out the scene too fast
time for laughter jokes & loves