Intuitive Music Poem by Pierre Rausch

A very grand blue
Go on give it to me
I could hear a song
Chose to shift
Improvising on guitar
Nothing that fits into a partition
For the Chinese restaurant
Wisdom heard of it
That Ted Burton had spotted
And as he stood up
The letter that closes on words
What I did I called
Over this, and it's possible
Ted scuttled of
Alice on the violin
Broken and angry
A manner made
It's what I do
Because I hope
Ambiguous in business
With that departure to Scotland