At the end of a long working day
I enter a garden where my soul do play
Lady Nyro is sitting on her branch
says, "come to my picnic and dance"
with Mr. Mingus - he's playing again
at Patti's Birdland.

Find. Your velvet and go underground
Ms. Amos is waiting for you in The Garden!

She hands me an Apple that's clearly in flame.
She hands me a postcard from Etta James
"Looks like The System is going Down again" so
said Dylan to that elf from Iceland.
That night, Mary sang with Janis and friends
and we jammed because we can.

At 5, I am on the train
I ponder my day
sometimes it seems too plain
yes, we all must get paid
but sometimes I just want to play

My. Music or just listen
Mitchell & The Rastaman are waiting for you...

Me and Lady dance with Deee-lite and with barefeet
Later we will fly when we ride on Goodman's swing
"But it's late, we ought to get some sleep"
So C. Brown sings us a song so sweet
and as I lay in bed - he drifts me deep
into a state of dream

Of. The days of rest
where I will write my own music

In my Garden.
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