The Poetry of Daniel Harrison

Blue Note Tuesday

I was walking on a blue note Tuesday
Dirty dogging on the street you might say
Undercover in the daily peep show
Dark, anonymous and incognito

I was checking out the big top mamas
Makes me quiver like a pink Chihuahua
A good play for a small time voyeur
One day I‘m going to need a lawyer

Sometimes I wonder why I bother with myself
These days are numbered, my bones are dry
That mental scrapbook’s getting thicker on the shelf
My head’s encumbered, don’t ask me why

I appreciate the boundary testers
I’m a sucker for the up side dressers
Everywhere I look it gets in…
I’m stuck in a revolving doorway
Conspicuous and acting poorly
There’s a madman under this skin…
(Don’t let him in)

I was hanging at the strip mall runway
Same thing I was doing on Monday
Day tripping over young Chiquitas
Another fool in his white Adidas

I was drinking up the high heel hardware
At the corner on a downtown thru fare
So I took little right brain snapshot
Another sample of a skin tight backdrop

Sometimes I wonder why I do this to myself
These days are numbered, why should I try?
That mental scrapbook’s getting thicker without help
My head’s encumbered, don’t ask me why

I appreciate the visual pleasures
I’m a sucker for the subtle gestures
Everywhere I look it gets in…
I’m standing under ceiling cameras
In the middle of the rush hour mantras
There’s a madman under this skin…
(Don’t let him in)