Organ Trip I'm staring through the window at the people staring through the window laying in my comfy bed made of velour while the summer sun steals its colour the town emanates a cool allure as the reflections of automobiles criss-cross in all directions as the years go by in bars of sevens the revving of the hood sound more sophisticated streets get paved, bricks crushed or saved mom & pops fade to malls and arcades then a pair of bright eyes caught my attention curiosity and wonder in his sockets change in pockets rang when he walked in he spoke to the owner who greeted him solemnly nerves seemed to tighten suddenly, manners demure, the boy left hurriedly but he walked by everyday to check on me like a telescope with a token then one day the owner put a red tag on me the next time the boy came, he looked heartbroken but he still came everyday to check on me sometimes in a rush on a bike passing by, other times he would stop, just to say hi one time he stooped and let out a sigh I'm staring through the window at the people staring through the window laying in my cozy bed made of velour when the autumn leaves lose their colour the town emanates a sad allure as the collections of autographed baseball cards lost the boy's affection as the months blew by he grew a bit taller the clothes that he wore looked more outdated 'cause when he got paid, every penny he saved working two shifts in malls and arcades then one day the boy came in with a bang crisp bills on the counter and begged the old man the owner came over and took off the tag letters in the trash bin read "sold" the boy's smile brighter than a truck full of gold the old man gave the boy a wink and a nod got wrapped in a new cloth, packed in a box strapped to the saddle of a bike with care scared at first of the fresh air, and we're off on a bumpy road a ride through a tunnel of evergreens past the fanciest manors you've ever seen cruise into the flats by the post office but the lift was closed with a note on it ran up the flight of stairs to the sixth floor swung open the front door, into his room set me on a table made of maple hooked up the cables and flipped on the toggle switch the electricity tickled, and triggered a flashback which led me to giggle in the form of a little buzz with a nice fuzz, a timid finger played a note two pluck a melody, three strike a chord actually, I was a monophonic keyboard one key was sticky, another intermittent but he didn't seem to mind after all, it was a fateful find for each other the boy wiped me up and down and he said, "we can make beautiful music together" I'm staring through the window at the birds staring through the window laying in my comfy bed made of velour while the winter frost spreads its colour the town emanates a happy allure