The Blue Scat Cat

Down shady alleys, where the lamp lights sat

Lurks a blue scat cat, asking, "Where it’s at?"

Tail curled round, top hat tipped flat

He struts the midnight city like a diplomat

He don’t care where you’re from or what you’re at

Just wants a little corner where the cool cats chat

He scatters the shadows, never looking back

Always ready to chew the fat

Plays his cards with a velvet paw

When the moon is bright, he’s the king of the claw

If the city needs help, he’ll go to bat

He’s the blue scat cat

Under hazy neon, he’ll chase the beat

Dancing on fences with nimble feet

Jazz in his soul, he’ll tip his hat

Spinning out secrets with a slick little spat

With a purr like a whisper, where the alley’s at

He’s the tale woven in every midnight chat

He scatters the shadows, never looking back

Always ready to chew the fat

Plays his cards with a velvet paw

When the moon is bright, he’s the king of the claw

If the city needs help, he’ll go to bat

He’s the blue scat cat

Midnight stories hum and echo on the bricks

He finds the truth hiding in the city’s tricks

Every broken secret, he’ll tip his hat

Dancing in puddles where the mysteries sat

He scatters the shadows, never looking back

Always ready to chew the fat

Plays his cards with a velvet paw

When the moon is bright, he’s the king of the claw

If the city needs help, he’ll go to bat

He’s the blue scat catDown alleys and dreams, where the jazz cats roam

The blue scat cat always finds his home