So we all went down
To the Troubadour
And stayed there till it closed
Up at Joshua Creek
Went out for a pee
Trying to unscramble
What makes me, me
Looked up to see
An eagle looking back at me
Was that a sign
To were we'd be
We all went up there
To find the inner me
With peyote buttons in hand
Baby eaglets walked the desert sand
Take it easy Jackson tried to say
Can you help me make it play
Rock n roll country please it's for me
Its a girl my lord in a flat bed Ford
Ours was the 70's
No texting please
Just people talking
About one of these nights
A Budweiser bathtub
After the show
Invitation button's made it go
Sugar packs please oh yes we know
Airport security gendered up fear
Irving Azzof deflected each stare
Again at Dan Tannas
They saw lying eyes
This took it to the limit
T'was a part of getting old
Like a Stradivarius there story oozed out
Writing about life can make you shout
Was one of these nights in Malibu
That set them apart
The desert air drew it out
Take from it what you will
Hotel California stopped the pace
Were is it now we should go
Just gonna take it easy
Till the next show
Life in the fast lane
Is just an exersise for Joe
Success took us to the limit
I guess that defines us so
Eagles will always fly you know
Nick Krakana
Timmins - Ontario
Canada
June 24/2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all went up there To find the inner me With peyote buttons in hand Baby eaglets walked the desert sand.. To find the inner me. liked this expression very very much. tony