Communiqué

I’m sorry for you
Sitting in the driver’s seat
With bebop hands
And ragtime feet.
It would indeed
Be good news
Could you but learn
To sing a blues
Or play a boogie
Woogie beat
So heart might leap
To head or feet.
It is too bad,
Indeed it’s sad,
With all the culture
That you’ve had,
At this late date
Your rhythms don’t
Coordinate.
I’m sorry, man!
With all the billing
That you’ve got,
You’re still
Not so hot.