And the blah blah blah of the humdrum life, 
filling our existance, or souless aching ears for a dish of that jazz
that spirit that makes the heart beat and the legs swing
the thing
      the thing
                that makes the legs quake and move
like a girl I just made come, 
                                          or a baby on the 
seherenghetti
we are DEAF!  Tone deaf, 
  
                                                           soul deaf, 
                      not hearing the music
that bee-bop,                                           never played 
the
same way twice 
 
beat
lost in the cacaphony of cell phones 
withinstantmessagesthatbeepbeepbeeptheiamherenowtouchmefeelmelovemeillusiont
hatisnotthere
like standing next to someone in a crowded bus, or elevator, 
thinking their possesed, but they're really talking to someone who only
exists in their ear
 
or mind.
I want to hear the beat!  I want to dance to the boom crash of the 
snare
drum as 
it
snaps the rythm of life!  
Shake that groove thing, momma!  I wanna live!