Woke up this morning...

I like music a lot. I like all kinds of music. I like Arethra, Lyle Lovett, Santana, Aerosmith, John Denver, the Beatles, Rosemary Clooney, Coldplay, Fleetwood Mac, Yo Yo Ma and a thousand names more. Music takes up half my hard drive. I burn CD's like some people brew coffee. I burned one last night for my husband and I to listen to over a backgammon game (heavy on the Macy Gray and Los Lonely Boys). I burned another one yesterday to listen to in the car for my lunchtime errands. Spurred by a spin on a radio station, I included "Woke Up This Morning" (from 'The Soprano's'). Beautiful day, sunglasses on, found that cute Jane lipstick with the sparkles in it, the hair was being decent. Bright, breezy, I rolled down the windows and cranked the music. The tune begins a spray of synth into a "Thud Thud Thud" on the bass that shivers the woofers so hard that rearview mirror vibrates. Louder, louder, as I merge into a steady stream other minivans and SUV's. I'm doing the "head jerk" up and down with my jaw. I'm cool in my pink Izod and my khaki capri's. Suburban Mamma gone bad. You see you woke up this morning The world turned upside down, Lord above, Thing’s ain’t been the same Since the blues walked into town. I rolled into the bank, waved to the skateboarder kids cutting through lane beside me. Hit "repeat" because I wanted to go around one more time. I'm pretty sure it was the thrill of the day for the teller. But you’re But you’re looking good, baby, I believe that you’re a feeling fine, shame about it, Born under a bad sign With a blue moon in your eyes. So sing it now My cell phone rings, it's my boss' admin. Pause the song. Quick confirmation of a meeting. I've got the bass thumping again before she even hangs up. Rolling now, down the Avenue to my kidlet's summer camp. In the door, out the door with him chattering like a magpie beside me. Restart the minivan. Woke up this morning Got myself a gun, Got myself a gun... *CLICK* Everybody wants to be a cat, because a cat's the only cat who knows where it's at. Everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat, 'cause everything else is obsolete. Yeah, I'm hip; I'm cool. I'm a Suburban Mamma gone bad.