Rigamarole in Soho

9 September 2007

Rigamarole in Soho

By Jeff Ludlum & Scott Murphy

Shapes silhouetted against a starry sky on a black Friday night
Caught between up and down, air filled with musk and fright.
But strung up to stars in a cosmic safety net
Hand of God firmly held, no need to fret.
The rosewood neck, inlaid stones from an oft climbed monolith
Fingers down and up the strings, smooth in an oft played riff.
Like a fluttery friend whose charm runs the scales
Runs you off your line, bumping along the rails.
Precariously sliding toward an edge of abysmal shame
Oblivious to it all, secure in freeze frame.

Bouncing from its squared edges and tight lines
Like a creaky ol' stagecoach coming undone before it's time.
The unspoken more potent than wheels spinning in his head
Could Haves and Would Haves, better off unsaid.
Still he shouts to the world, "Stop the madness, it's just LOVE!"
The words float off into silence like a lonesome dove.
Landing shoulder splat on a benched couple in a woodsy park
"Goddamn, Martha, that came from over yonder, outta the dark!"
A bird, a plane? Hell no, just another damn stain
Aint no big thaing, let's get to the train, 'cause it's a looking like rain!

Honey, if you had half a brain, you'd know that train won't remain. Getting wet is just part of the ride.
You a right, Luvaman, lil' dribble drabble no reason to hide.
A melt, a thaw, an ice age cometh to an end here tonight
So betta fill up yo plate with every last little bite o' delight!
And stand your place in the never ending night
Staying true to the phase "we gotta fight the good fight".
Erecting the statue to the eternal hero within
Full of grace, full of sin.
Entirely human to your pitiful, powerful, malignant, indignant soul
Feeling like a troll but ready to roll, cream in the bowl served down in Soho, keep my side clear of rigmarole!