Song in Jade |
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I
am the wrinkled paper in the breeze
flipping and flowing out in the street
nighttime between Broadway and Commerce.
Upon me is scribbled some lines,
strangely in green ink,
green in the orange glow of streetlight,
jade, the color of jealousy.
The words are small, cursive slant,
and signed at the bottom by Jim.
I am a song, the greatest of songs,
whose fate was almost fire,
but dropped unknowingly upon the
sidewalk to fly by night, all night,
so near the honkytonks, yet so
out of reach. No banjo, no
steel guitar, no silky song-voice
to bring me to life, left in the Nashville
wind, played by nature, until Jim’s
immortal words fade to jade
in the rainy morning. |
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| James
Tyler |
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