I want the whisky Miles Davis poured
And the dope Bill Evans used
I want 48 hour days at Julliard
Where my bony fingers break
for land speed electric scales and arpeggios
and I wow audiences from around the world
I want to become hendrix lean in my playing,
with melody as an olympic sport
I want my beard to read artist complacent
I want the bass hall boom of joy division
And the virtues of nina Simone
I want the spiritual zen of George Harrison
and to be lead by a Yoko Ono
I want to be sponsored by Gibson
I want my ribs removed in the name of art
I want the casino suites
And an Elvis Presley pulpit
But this is now and this morning I just wanted a low tide