Just Me And The Music Poem by Phil Soar

Earphones on and in a world of my own
Away from the mundane and gossiping drone
Tapping my toes to the rhythm and beat
Of songs I grew up with in the neighborhood street

Away from the sounds that bore me to death
Of people back chatting, not breaking for breath
All the crazy words spoken, from everyday dross
Not able to listen, that’s nobody’s loss

I can’t link all this nonsense with pure common sense
The garbage they spout is insane and intense
Just me and my music, alone, not beleagued
And not taking part in the daily intrigue