Music and the Wind
The gray of… The concrete grave
The storyteller of… Day after gray day
The destroyer of… Time with a machine
The consumer of… Color in dreams
The creator of… Day after wasted day
The pacifier of… Same… Same smell… Same hell
Same greed… Same fast speed
Just a different emergency where someone bleeds
But I don’t care
As long as it’s not me
Then one day of the same
A lunatic chick
Damn near made me a statistic
In an old painted buss… Free love
Peace sign painted on it… Wild ride
She weaved this way
That way… All over the freeway
Into my lane… Into all lanes
Her head would bob and shake
This way… That way
The window down
Music up load
As the wind danced
In her long hair… It waved at me
At first glance
I thought… She was crazy
But not as crazy as me
So I called in sick
To fallow her all day
To watch her show… Dancing on the freeway
It seemed to me
She drove aimlessly… As free as rule-less poetry
On a party that never ends
Happy just to be with her best friends
…Music and the wind…
Truthful Lies
Texas Style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
A Cosmic Cowboy 