Friday Night Lefty

Lights go out for the quick of a second
A spot, beamed by a flash from heaven
Notes, deeper than any sea could fathom
Sends a vibe through the air like venom
Piercing the flesh, drunk with passion
Pounding rhythm, beats on session
Neck in hand, a wielding weapon
Fingers plucking, heart strings flection
Popping the ears, a buzzing vibration
Bringing in time, a drummers percussion
Keeping count for a jazzy anthem
Friday Night Lefty, playing bass for the masses


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