Making a Hit Record

It’s a chord with two beats

and then the drum,

the young girl sings 

a smooth melody, 

the old guy lays down

a scratchy line

in the background 

While he plays the piano

with his right hand 

one-note-at-a-time runs

and trills from another song

that sounds a bit like what

she is singing but isn’t it at all

My hand grabs another green tea

and my brain wonders 

when I quit getting stoned,

my brain wonders 

if I ever quit being stoned

but nobody smokes nothing anymore

We do yoga and eat keto

and wonder if we will live long enough 

to see the end of the world

now the left hand drops 

dirge-like slow rolling riffs

I don’t know what they call it 

but I like the way 

it all comes together

It’s a chord with two beats

and then the drum,

the young girl sings 

a smooth melody, 

the old guy lays down

a scratchy line

in the background 

While he plays the piano

with his right hand 

one-note-at-a-time runs

and trills from another song

that sounds a bit like what

she is singing but isn’t it at all

My hand grabs another green tea

and my brain wonders 

when I quit getting stoned,

my brain wonders 

if I ever quit being stoned

but nobody smokes nothing anymore

We do yoga and eat keto

and wonder if we will live long enough 

to see the end of the world

now the left hand drops 

dirge-like slow rolling riffs

I don’t know what they call it 

but I like the way 

it all comes together