Janitor

robed in. an earthened blue,
strapped on. an over-bleached; over-sized shoe.
tap-a-dee-dah', he sweeps his floor with.
all that jazz.

with. swarthy teeth. and just a piece of gold. missing.
and that mind. was a deluge of capricious rhythms. dee-a-ding.
and that distant memory of table. chair and paper.
fermata and that restless swing.

tapping straight 8's with the broom.
dah-bah-dee-dah. he's spelling doom.
with inharmonic. resolution.
prolly. the entire decade he would away. croon.

langour and bluey gluey. gulp.
intriguing percussion as water. splash-dah-dash.
whistling a-train-the; with dour
crescendo and tears tickling his rugged fur.

wistfully, a backward-look. where did that 3/8 go?
three quavers bound. intro. solo. coda.
three months whee-dah-day.
with norah, buble and a buzzing peggy pffing all the way.

"My name is the Janitor,
and I remember everything" (takes out shotgun and shoots someone)

cuRRent...jer
is suffering from the blues  ¶ 3:40 pm