PERFECT PITCH

He had perfect pitch

The jazz-brained troubador

With the wailing guitar



Strange as he could be



Lit a sunrise cigarette

And jammed by the shore

Of the relentless sea



For what is perfect pitch

But facility to hear

What resonates the heart

And titillates the ear

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A right-brain riff on listening to your own drummer.

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