Jack Kennedy: Music
Moving Real Slow
(Jack Kennedy)
Moving real slow, got nowhere to go,
I’m turning off my phone,
this time I really want to be alone.
Slow out of bed, tune in my head,
sweet dream distilled in a phrase,
the muse comes around in mysterious ways.
The music that I hear
in the morning so clear,
keeps repeating again in my head,
I try to remember when I get out of bed.
Moving real slow, I feel a rhythm that’s starting to flow,
I could stay here all day,
drift with the muse, let her take me away.
©Jack Kennedy, December 30, 2003