Dreaming in B Flat

So you’re in a bar between 4th and 5th
Smoke filled anticipating 
The chink of a glass a murmur a whisper
Word is he’s gonna be late 
And questions questions in your head
You’re trying not to pre conceive 
Hoping he’ll bring his game
You wanna hear that hear that High Priest preach 
B flat’s where it’s at  

So if music talks then let it talk tonight
You hope he’s got something to say
Bird, Dizzy, Art, Bud, Coltrane
The walls are heavy with their names 
B flat's where it’s at 

There’s no such thing as a wrong note
If you’re prepared to listen 
Maybe it’s the notes that he won’t play
That hold the meaning
Had you figured that had you figured that?

So get lost in the rhythm lost in the bass
The dissonant chord the jagged phrase 
Straight no chaser down he goes
Dim the lights send them low
B flat’s where it’s at