blacked out cobble streets
firebirds
yardbirds
tires squealing past the ghosts
blasting the voice of Elvis
touring America 1969
singing Delta blues
with an amplified small club white tongue
full of power and passion
balls banging off the wall
hips shaking center stage
baby please don't go
how many more times
for years and years
well, well, well
an exploding train on the downtown tracks
dishing out Pepsi and lines of coke
the station house in a blaze of speed
pretending to be a monk with 40 shots of vodka
listening to a black dog bark
under the passing window
but i don't know
staying dazed and confused
and oh, yeah, on the streets of Tampa
the stadium steps in 1973 were as hard as rock.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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