Music

Some people think in thoughts,
but I, I think I think in thirds,
fifths, flat fifths, and intervals,
not to say from time to time,
but all the time (and in rhyme).
Melody, my lady, come slay me,
put me in your record player and play me,
I'll give you my two cents worth saving,
One for a beat, two for a feeling,
rub those two cents together
to make a sound and you'll feel me.
I don't hear a clock, tick tock, tick tock,
but a rhythm, tick tock, let's rock,
I don't hear a phone ring, but chords
and still...what are you just sitting there for.
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, my friend,
put it down, put it down, and I'll call you again.