Live Soup Review performance of The Disappearance of Wire Walker Joe at Cafe #9, filmed by Flynn Hudson Dean

Lyrics:

the greatest wire walker
Fifty feet from the ground
was not much of a talker
When he came back down
He was the Fred Astaire of the air
He danced in florid prose
But on terra firma not a murmur
Would you hear from joe

A shadow of a shadow
His background indistinct
Some claimed minor royal
Some said ex-convict
He was the king of his own skin
He’d sing with just his toes
But on terra firma not a murmur
Would you hear from joe

An orange pin prick of punctuation
Floating 10 feet from the ground
A hulking form of something grey
Ambling away without a sound

He toured from town to town
The circus was all he knew
And with every new performance
His fame and renown grew
For a while his high profile
declared each coming show
But on terra firma not a murmur
Would you hear from joe

Joe smoked by the stable
10 minutes from his cue
The sequins on his cape
Dead stars set in dark blue
The only evidence - a missing elephant -
said more than we’ll ever know
And no one ever heard another murmur
From wire walker Joe

An orange pin prick of punctuation
Floating 10 feet from the ground
A hulking form of something grey
Ambling away without a sound