Ode To Norah Jones Poem by Alfred Ramos

Ode To Norah Jones



As she tickles the piano keys
I’m hoping she can feel my pleas
Beads of sweat, it’s been said
Build up on her forehead
From the bright lights
On the hot nights
As she strains her soft voice
I listen because I have no choice
I’m not throwing stones
Not breaking any bones
Just thinking about Norah Jones
She takes me to places I’ve never known
As she lays down her velvet tones
I’m talking about Norah Jones
I end up breaking all my rules
When she starts singing about the blues
And sadness creeps into my bones
Just wondering about Norah Jones
Her melodies they make me sigh
I bite my lip not to cry
Her sparkling jet black eyes
All they do is mesmerize
Yeah, she’ll melt a hundred snow cones
Just thinking about Norah Jones
She must have heard my pleas
Felt me down on my knees
It more than daydreaming
It’s all I can do from screaming
Crazy words between the moans
Norah Jones, talking about Norah Jones
There a soft and gentle sense about her
No harmony should start without her
Song after song she creates danger zones
Wishing science would develop one of her clones
I can’t sell a heart that she already owns
Hurry home Norah Jones, Norah Jones

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