Old Shakuhachi Woman

tad neuhaus, bass
joanna dane, shakuhachi

The old shakuhachi woman 
didn't go out much 
except to walk to the store and back.  

She'd stop and look up and squint at the sky.  
Then she'd laugh and shake her head,
slap her leg and continue on.  

How to know what she was thinking, 
she so old 
and I so young.

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