Adirondack Airs

Cigar O how she fogs the room lil' Betelgeuse reddens on the draw she's parked tucked inside the dryness of my mouth … Detuned courses ring to fingers steel blues cools the air I'm under call of axe we're mates bending out a bass I hammer on to drift I, BLANK-FACE whisky-honed black-eyes cruise the abalone adirondack airs the tone to life She sings! my only need - a dozen strings Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012 Compact Music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music