pleasant blues - chorus 2

looked over chicago,
through a window reflecting
a party in back;
dancing, jumping -
tribal beat for the
american voice,
a voice too soft
for the crowd
yet too loud
for the bedroom.
between EMPTY space.
waiting for words
like frog for fly,
BETWEEN
the words and
the flies
i don't sit as well
on water,
i am free enough too.