2014 Chris Butler/Future Fossil Music (BMI).

BOX OF NOISE (3.45)
(burnt jazz)

a book and me's a party
add a cup and it's an orgy
drowsy java, liquid midnight
wraps itself around me

I said, a book and me's a party
sorry if that sounds selfish
drinking in the calm before
my next creative crisis

the airshaft's a cat bordello
they must really love the echo
and a burnt jazz combo tries to run
from someone's crapped-out stereo

and the solo's so tuxedo
and I ache to stay this painless
numb inside the calm before
my next financial crisis

so I yell some beatnik typing
to the tune of two cats screwing
and the plumbing in my building
thuds like Afro-Cuban drumming

the carpet heaves with Hendrix
the Guzmans fight next door
the Kramers's dogs are barking
upstairs, they're moving the furniture again
I, I live, in a box of noise

then my crazy Catholic neighbor
with a firecracker temper
carpet bombs the airshaft
with a string of lady fingers

"your cat's a slut", he screams at me
(like his is such a nun?)
I'm cloistered in the calm
before my next romantic crisis

and a fire engine's screaming
like a saxophone Coltrane-ing
is there a Chinese menu bonfire
in the foyer of our building?

the carpet heaves with Hendrix
and the Guzmans fight next door
the Kramers's dogs are barking
upstairs, they're moving the furniture around again

I, I live, in a box of noise
I, I live, in a box of noise

and there's a bird outside my only window
and it's chirping out of tune.