I Really Don'T Know (Hummed With Jazz Last Night) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I really don’t know where this beat’s going
Inside my thinking and on growing
Coming in with its ticktack-on time flowing
Steadily on and always for sure knowing
I don't know why it's bursting this way
With a slowly down motion and then rising
Here comes the night with its own play
Giving me something in its own surprising

Let’s have it here on - thinking slow or fast
Because yesterdays are never again for sure
Moments that came all have now passed
Giving their moods and someone to lure
I have no way to foresee thoughts at all
They just go into what ever is made
Coming with rhythm - the same way it'll fall!
Down into the alley where the hours' wade

Finding town's streets thoughts – along!
And letting everything freely jazz on
Rising to the beat of a slow motion song
Before its free singing in time's gone?
Jazzing up my head bursting into scheme
So much needs to be steadily told in here
Watching the bar lines breaking the theme
Going from four-four and into somewhere