The Song in My Head

An ode to Early Morning Jazz

Sitting in a class

In the morning

People stare in confusion

As I drum to the rhythm of an imaginary song

No earbuds

No headphones

Just me

Drumming to the song in my head.

Walking to class

Fresh out of jazz band

People stare in confusion

As I finger along to a saxophone lick

No earbuds

No headphones

Just me

Fingering to the song in my head.

My brain is the fills and kicks

My heart-- the beat

My feet moving to the pulse

And my fingers twitching voluntarily

With the imaginary clarinet solo

Sitting in the car

Early in the morning

People stare in confusion

As I bounce along to the walking bass

No earbuds

No headphones

Just me

Bouncing to the song in my head.

Walking into school

Early in the morning

I sit down next to the musicians

Who don't stare in confusion

As I drum, finger, and bounce

No earbuds

No headphones

Just me and them

Playing along to the song that was stuck in my head.

Author's Note

Considering changing the title of this poem to "Separation Anxiety"

Reviews

[Jay_Bluefire]

I like it =) This is me sometimes too though =D

[Locke Redwyne (night sy..]

"fingering along to the song in my head..."
nice...

[Peregrinator7]

bc that's what i do
especially when i listen to sing sing sing

[Locke Redwyne (night sys)]

no i know
it sounds really dirty, y'know

[Peregrinator7]

oh well 10 characters