Woke up at four, somehow all excited
At the thought perhaps of some playing live
On Thursday night, or maybe excited
At seeing Tom and Tsareena alive
And chatting to them, and feeling active
Involved and purposeful, with comedy
And now maybe music taking shape with
Serendipitous synchronicity
Woke up at four, I say, or four-thirty
Read about Dylan for a while, but read
Myself awake still more. I had to leave
My bed at six-fifteen in time to see
The sky turn light blue from dark. Time to read
My song lyrics before work. What a life!
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