morning and still night and the cars are full of noise. but it’s quieting down now, they’ve found some other corner to be, some other place…they’ve gone looking for neon signs and party hats and lips all ready and waiting.
i’m in the middle of my city, in this quiet air. with only candle light flickering and peyote dreams dancing in the air. three-legged dogs hobbling behind and i’m feeling the itch to ramble on…
in dry heat and dusty dirt roads a woman drives, humming her favorite song. could this be me later on? i’m looking for a setting sun, i’m following some path but along the way i’ve a knack for picking up strays…they steal my heart and hang the carrot, they play cat’s cradle and wind me up. they whisper yes and follow it with no, they stay sometimes, sometimes they go…
cut those strings woman, clean and sharp.
it’s early morning,
i’ve lost
and i’ve won.
dirt roads, stray cats and a gypsy in the tea. Strange brew indeed.