Ride symbols are ringing in the speakers like bells in
the steeple
A bright, crisp, harmony
Falling simultaneously sans the storm
Somewhere some drop is glowing bright purple from clanging
to the tune of Kind of Blue
Somewhere a thunderclap boom boom booms arpeggios with a
cigarette in its mouth and gin in its belly
Somewhere police sirens keep time with the trumpet line:
blazin’ red and blue
kind o’ like America on its way to
the scene of the crime.
Alarm bells come back with the refrain.
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