Not always a beat you can dance to

Where’s the groove, the caressing melody, the sacrificial tempo holding the gray just out of sight? All I hear is a hi-hat ambitiously disguising its loneliness, the maestro tapping his baton to silence the rustling trees, but the tires splashing the wet pavement drown out the timing before the strings can catch. Perhaps I’m just not in the mood for the tones being offered.

(dtn)