For whatever reason, I woke with this poem in my head. Actually, it was more of a song and Rob Thomas sang it sort of like “Downfall”--the first two verses slow and soulful, the last unwound wildly, repeated over and over and then slowly drowned out by guitar. It works okay as a poem, but it’d rather soar over the cliff as song. Tyler Brown, someday, give it flight. Maybe even throw in some chorus girls, if it feels right.
Sunlit spray
Blowing off the waves
Below the Golden Gate
San Francisco
I’m here to stay.
I ain’t ever going back.
No subway.
No elevated.
I’ll sing for my supper.
Everywhere I go,
I’ll walk.
No subway.
No elevated.
I’ll sing for my supper.
Everywhere I go,
I’ll walk.
No subway.
No elevated.
I’ll sing for my supper.
Everywhere I go,
I’ll walk.
No subway.
No elevated.
I’ll sing for my supper.
Everywhere I go,
I’ll walk.
© Steve Brown, 2013
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