free jazz

the day before New Year's Eve;
no money, no plans for the following night,
no spark, not seeing any kind of light,
wish I may, wish I might
have some kind of fist in this fight,
this mentally illman's plight --
never feeling enough,
always having to fight a battle
to get to the battle,
war drums rattle,
off in the distance,
I can wish it but can't fix it...

NPR, free jazz,
time, no time, sound and hands
on hand-crafted instruments,
radar red,
radio says,
"you are here, man...
follow the groove...
listen for your Muse…
this is the battle."