In the corner of my mind

By myself as crazy as hell
Nobody to talk to again
Afraid of me and what they see
A man in the corner without a friend
Getting down with the blues
As you see me swinging
All the rhymes out of time
With words I start slinging
Nobody hears a sound
When I'm found 
As the man in the corner
Pen in hand as I spend 
My time feeling like 
A foreigner
Paranoid and crazy 
As I look outside the box
Looking in as I grin and 
See the sound is not
Just about me but about 
You too and all I am is a fool through
The rambling and gambling and 
Shambles left behind
the wall of it all as I fall 
and get what lives in mind
Is putting down the ideas
And allow the flow to let go
If it is right then I am alright
and don't look as strange as those
sitting in the coffee shop
alone in the corner
Staring straight ahead
sipping on the Folgers
And not a word
Heard with just the jazz in mind
Not poetry, not going freely 
with the prose in rhyme
But solitude with platitude
As they write it down mentally
In the corner of their minds 
Sitting silent and gently