Time (Mind) Travel Poem by Andy Caldwell

I was listening to Tom Watts
sing Tom Traubert's Blues
for a moment I went back to Art School
I was young and somewhat the fool
had the intensity and passion of youth
everything and nothing was important
as long as I could make my art
My girlfriend was the poet
we'd go to slams together
she would read her stuff inside
and I would paint graffiti poems
on the building walls outside
her work would tell a story 
mine would make a picture
I got anonymous attention 
it drove a wedge between us
we could not recover from
and then the song was over
I returned to this day and age
man how I've aged
and I wondered intensely
would he like what he became