Midnight Rider

When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest. - Thoreau

when flying fingers dig into tickled ivories and jingling, steel spur strings

coming together in harmony with brass this, that and everything

when my chair rocks and rolls like granny's black and blue glider

i've no choice but to hold on and open wider

for a guzzle of that hard, groovin', musical cider

like hitting a homerun off of a cy young slider

biding time

'til i can holler as i drop my last silver dollar

counting the minutes impatiently 

for the long-awaited, much anticipated, next gallop of that elusive

midnight rider

Author's Note

"I long ago lost a hound, a bay horse, and a turtle dove, and am still on their trail". - Thoreau