Days.
This was a Dylan day
Full of romance and
Mysticism
I sang along
With blood in my eyes
And wandered at
The women I have
Loved
And would we still
Be together
If I was Bob Dylan
And was
Forever young.
And tomorrow was
A day of anger
And hate
And I sat in my car
And shouted
Punk
Rancid songs
Out loud
At pedestrians
And driving
Incompetents
Oi Oi.
Yesterday was
Tom Waits day
The day of metaphors
And lots and lots
Of words that I
Wished I could
Write
About my
Wild years
And my mind was
Free
As I sang to
The rest of the
World through wet
Wiped windows
On a slow traffic day
Downtown.
Various
Mon 23rd May 2016 18:49
Thank you Alexandra and Laura... not really a pome more the rantings and homage of a sad fanboy.
Music does define us in so many ways though.
Without Joe Strummer would I understand the Sandinista.
Without the power of music would those of us have turned up to throw rocks and hate at the National Front?
How would I drive a hundred miles with only my own mind for company!