Guided by the gilded cage, the yellow canary in the cafe
Denied trial by the police, sitting in a prison of penmanship
Poet with a tilted hat, black skin, earth in each line
Fixed the face of the mechanic, frantic with panic
strumming the magic mandolin
erasing the tragic pendulum
swinging like a trapeze in a big band
Lord,
have,
mercy,
she's going to
jump.
