THE FOLDING
BICYCLE SERENADE
The guitar had the silhouette of
Mt. Ranier. High above the
anthems, high c's were ringing,
but on guitar that stuff sounds
really bad. My metal strings
long ago replaced your catgut
strumming. The Odean, and
The Nickelodean both send
you thanks anew.
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This is where the master of the
mountain loses his cool. Playing
the strumpet, on a borrowed
trumpet, he's thinking he's a
boy who's thiknking he's a girl
while one or the other
will have to do.
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(All this life's a dance-hall twirl).
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