No music

I’ve lost all  the music again.
Sabotaged by  the lack of a pen
I’ll  extemporize faster
With my brain in   dried plaster
If it sets, I’ll be perfectly Zen.

I broke my leg but it  wasn’t too bad
A leg never thinks or feels sad
My brain needs a glove
Of gentle, kind  love.
Is it me or is everyone mad?

I saw my old man on a bus
It was pulling away,how I cursed
I only glanced sideways
On the streets and the highways
I’m almost fatalistic or worse.