Sad music all around
song remains the same
guitar, base and drums
junkies rise to fame
Tempted by the needle
Neil said it fine
done was the damage
of opium and wine
Nose candy coupons
cash in the hand
cocaine fueled groupies
I'm with the band
Shawn Willy Walker
sure could play
playin his guitar
makin his way
Dancin with the devil
makin a deal
dancin with the darkness
promise of the real
Guitar playin panhandler
playin on the street
strummin his guitar
change at his feet
Old rumpled suit
holes in his shoes
playin his guitar
playin the blues
Sun weathered skin
eyes pale blue
gettin high on weed
drinkin whiskey too
Stagerin down the street
dragin his guitar
trippin in a hurry
headin for a bar
Alcoholic, drug addict
this he'll always be
if only he could quit
if only he were free
Free of the needles
free of the weed
free of the booze
free of the need
Rain water, water wheel
moving through the stream
weary wet awakenings
only but a dream
west coast winter night
rain, rain, rain,
sheltered from the nastiness
sheltered from the pain.
Havin a good hair day
thats what he said
the ancient old indian
my mind he read
Hyperactive frenchman
energy abound indeed
appears like a ghost
an apparition with weed
Smokin at the library
how it always seems to be
smokin behind the pillars
thats Frenchie and me
Downtown East side
sad souls to pity
lost in the darkness
lost in the city
City of darkness
city of pain
city of sadness
city of rain
It's all a reflection
everything you see
everything you look at
everything is me
Eight years in prison
two shy a dime
a solitary leather tramp
serving out his time
Time on the highways
time in the sun
time in the mountains
time on the run
soon he'll be free
silly sentence served
done is the time
the sentence he deserved.
(To be continued)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Lee. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks.