If Tonight Belongs To You Tomorrow's Mine (early 1990's)

The horns popped out
from behind the ragged voice
and sat on the guitar

The bass ran along beside
tumbling over drumming

And the hiss of the speaker
matched my cry

A professor said that poetry
was about structure and rhyme
It must aspire
It must elevate
the mundane to the great
A professor said that poetry
was about structure and rhyme
It's really about the time
I listened to the sound
Of the horns that were behind
the drums the bass the pound
the voice that hummed and sighed
and that I cried and cried and cried