Gimme Shelter

The Stones and the Ramones
Social Distortion, out of the LA Punk scene
even Miles and Coltrane
She doesn’t need them

Still, in that void, there is a rhythm
found in her eyes, and in her heart
I let the sound sweep over me
It makes its own music

I listen to it over and over
A melody so beautiful
it can make you feel sorry
for blueberry pie

Her music has a piano
that finds our note of joy,
and a saxophone too,
that cries soulfully
somehow saying what I feel

I don’t know if she understands
the music she makes for me like I do
even though I can hear it plainly
simply when she breathes