I drummed until the air hummed,
and one I was with it, fingers numb,
Done only after everyone had come and gone,
more than twice over,
continued when the cops,
made half the people hide and cover.
Went past my supper and only my beats knew hunger,
until moon rose and the city slumbered.
Then eyes on logs sung, the in town bought lumber turned to ember.
For hours I dosed the background with a track,
that bordered on calling thunder, metered with a large dash of crazy,
not metrical dangles of my feelings reduced to one wire,
one shape, one desire,
Which was more fun than drinking or talking to girls.
When no one looked, I skipped in circles and danced twirls,
Then the limit approached where it was to keep up,
and get no sleep,
Or retire and weep stars all for the smacks not thrown.
When my head finally did flat to catch some rest,
In wakefulness, truly all by myself.
Tears ran into my sore, battle worn ears,
With dim night lighting, there was no seeing,
Even if I lead myself into a maze,
At least today I am not in a haze!