Blending Tornadoes

Cold train running
Coal train gunning
Coltrane humming
A scene right out of my mind

Framed family flips the bird,
smiles above a fireplace at the old place.
Lady, you’re one of a kind.

Stir up a little quiet
Kick up a little calm
Blending plain tornadoes
Searing desert palms

No road running
Known road gunning
Norah humming
A scene that sounds like right now

Red hoodie hinted love,
walks on a shelf, own pace in the old space.
Mister, don’t take too much time.

Mix up a little message
Call up a little late
Dusting desert dirt roads
Writing ancient fate

Lately could lead to never
Black wax pizza playing on a plate
Old scenes spinning, bouncing styli