These early Spring mornings remind me of Taos
Yellow sunlight filtering, being prismed through the mist
And Herbie Hancock playing Joni Mitchell songs
Soft and low, sweet and low, piano low
Each riff a whispered secret
.
From a full fridge I pull eggs and bacon, cheese and tomato
Now they are all red and yellow in the pan
Through the back screen door I heard the
Cardinals, Robins, Jays and Mockingbirds
Piano notes of their own
And a car gliding in the distance
(Was anyone in Taos so bourgeois?)
Is a mellow saxophone
Smooth as butter melting in the skillet
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