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Conversations with Jane

There is phone that is ringing in a mind that's singing, songs from long ago.
Want to answer, but right now I'm a dancer, from a early sixties show....
Later today, or maybe tomorrow the person you seek shall be.
For in this moment, the dancer shall omit, all the un-pleasantries.
I'm kind and I'm caring, but the people are scaring me with their tales of heartbreak and sorrow.
The dancer has gone and so has the song, who will show up tomorrow?
Speaking in stories that tell tales of glory, of woe and personal struggle
In conversations with Jane they are all one in the same, whether actual or borrowed.
Her ears are open to all that live, in studio reality. I visit without haste, different person same face, but with whom shall she speak in the morrow?
Six times a week she attempts to seek, those I have referred.
Patiently listening, as her eyes glisten, with every tale that's heard. Conversations with Jane are what keeps me sane, with each person her talent surpasses. Focused in her work, open in mind, and a heart that feels for the masses. Then suddenly I hear the sounds of foot steps, coming down the hall, getting faster, getting closer, I don't want to expose her, its not them she came to see, so I cover the mirror as they come nearer asking Jane" who could it be"? Then, on the door there's a knock, and a voice that squeaks, are you ready to speak with me? A man in a tie looks into my eyes, and asks "who is it that I see"? Sit down and relax take a load off your mind, some water or coffee I'll order. Today, by the way, I'll be speaking to Jane, its not a request but an order. I'll uncover the mirror that makes it clearer for you to see Jane who cares. She doesn't exist in terms of the flesh, yet your flesh she shares. Inside the mirror where you see her clearer, she is a reflection in your spirit. Conversations with Jane will begin once again, with all inside that can hear it