The caddy stowaway
And no one knew your name
The sandy foldaway
A kiss of dewdrop swing
Jazz-rataz and glitz of fame
Dummy up or be wasted
Raz-bataz and let that brass play
Until the blues turn faded
Reserved and not disturbed
A cigarette chews your silhouette
Piano percussion soul to fold
And trombones to play grass roulette
Fumble da raz, I wish you’d spoken
Dance, cat, dance
Fritz la blitz, we were holding
Trance, man, fence
The lost river boy
And no one knew your name
Bayou fever toy
Have a mosquito Christmas
Dame the game to ambiance
You were so alone, there
Lame and drab to conceive
Lost but always found, there
To the graffiti stowaway
I always knew your name
To the rickety river boy
Your beat was stronger than your fame
You’re alone now, so smoke on the water
The humidity will steal away the pain
You can’t get tired now, so walk on further
It wouldn’t be worth it without the pain
And the jazz man slipped again
The post Graffiti River Boy appeared first on Young Writers.
