I am of yesterday,
more the day before.
Ain’t that me there
buried in the rust?
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Now The Answers Will Come
I am of yesterday,
more the day before.
Ain’t that me there
buried in the rust?
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ADRIFT (2)
Whisky river
thoughts cascade
plunge against the rocks
splash misty vapors
feed starlit fog
all meander
struggle
find their way back home.
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IVORY
When I see those keys
grey-stained and worn
gaily played but
never more,
I hear her sing
her song to me
and it is late
but ’tis not so
to think of her,
to hear her song,
one more time,
hear her sing.
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ELUSIVE
From Embarcadero to Grand Central
Gypsy heart will not be stilled.
O’er the roads,
Rumbles down the tracks,
Silver rocket fly afire,
Nights to dawn,
Chasing,
Relentless.
Yearning.
Ever
Yearning.
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