N-----A mutter of Inspiration

All this jazz is bringing me down. I said all this jazz is bringing
me down and I cant find my hat to wear to the bar and my shoes have
holes in either side and fill with tears whenever I walk in the rain. I
cant find you my dear, you seem to be invisible to me and noone else. I
have to find you before we are too far apart and I cant walk that far.
Nor can I fly. I need you or at least somebody. I didnt give you an
answer before. Now I feel troubled by past indiffrences, impartial or
not. I need you for a while, just a couple of words.
Many times before I had a chance within my grasp. But I let go with
thoughts of sad eyes turning my way.