Freedom in Sixty-Four Bars
5:30AM wake up, shower, coffee, buttered toast, and So What flowing from the radio
its call and response, like smoke, coaxes me softly to some other kind of consciousness
a strange feeling settles at two minutes thirty-three, reality? It's just some charlatan
"you've been a harlot, son." the notes say, "You've sold your best years for a song."
By three minutes twenty-six Mr. Davis had me transfixed, I was living 2/7ths of a life
struggling through the mires of a Monday to Friday strife for such a small slice
but who am I to whine? it's taken quite a long time but...so what? I've found freedom in sixty-four bars.
~Eric Vance Walton~