Driving happily along the road,
Listening to Chet Baker,
Life was good.
A new beat came into the song.
As I drove along
The louder it became,
That is not in time I thought,
Surely it is wrong.
But no the beat was there,
Beating its own time,
Getting louder and louder.
Chet always plays in time,
So why not this time?
Is it a bad recording?
The beat was getting louder
And then all became clear,
As I passed the pile driver
At the side of the road
Beating its own time.