Jewel Case Chanson

Small minds — scattered,
Smothered and covered
With gin blossoms –
Can’t ever draw a big horizon.

For them it will always be
Mozart for morning coffee,

Even in the savage garden.

Even in the rainy season,

I imagine there’s still room
For squares like us
To court and spark

And be struck by lightning.

Come away with me, you
With the human soul

And Cole Porter songbook.

Let it be… naked.

We will never go back
To then, not after burning
The daze and pleasing
The tiger in the rain.