Cruising through Long Beach
Listening to the news
The horrible awful news of the wars
The Bloody Tyrants
Who revel in their evil practices
All in the name of some version of god or
Some biased practice or “honor”
(never stated is the ideal of killing for the sake of KILLING)
And I’m almost ready to drive into a pole
I’m so done with this fascination with evil
So I switch to my auxiliary channel and up pops
Pablo Casals with his soulful cello trading licks
With the piano
It's soothing yet so deeply melancholy
A perfect juxtaposition
Though not everyone’s cup of tea
for just a moment
the ugliness relents and
I imagine the notes washing over me
pulsing rhythmically
it feels so good
ah