Blue River

Joan is Rock and Roll promenading
down the road head high,
loud and proud. I'm Ragtime,
a little off the beat, I shuffle

a little out of time, I leave space
that Joan fills with accented rubble.
Joan peppers the beat with stress,
I shift to a different rhythm.

Crossing the stream I step between
the rocks, I need liner notes
to get the lyrics. Drums, trumpets
and Joan head the parade

off the old stone bridge, splash
deeper water, lead the Blue River
into an unruly cascade,
and the river never returns.