Not meant to be lyrics. Not meant to be poetry. Just something that came as one, unformed lump into my brain when thinking about one of our friends, Andy.
"Southbound on the Westside Train"
Andy, where are you going to?
What treasure do you hope to find?
A long and lonely one way trip
Southbound on the Westside train
It's too, too late for an Uptown boy
You'll never find your way tonight
Lay back down and rest a while
Hold on for the morning light
Three warm days and three dark nights
A beggars banquet of desire
One last plea to hold on tight
One more time before the dawn
Andy, who fills up your dreams?
What memory is now most dear?
You hide your eyes and ride the rails
Southbound on the Westside train
March 10, 2009
For A Friend
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2 comments:
Make them lyrics - good starting point for a song surely
Actually, although I basically bashed that out (with minimal editing) during a coffee break in a format that's lyrical, right now I'm more feeling a short story coming on with it. It's hard to put into descriptive text exactly what the vibe of the background story is, but I think if I were to outline the situation then the pathos would shine through... if that makes any sense!
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