listening as i eat

with Sugar Hill on my mind,

i'm walking the dirt road to LA,

weighting mostly

the direction of my travel:

heading west, i'd guess,

but it's a dream.

so, i could be traveling anywhere,

at night,

without seeing things

as they unfold,

since there's no light for me to go by.

there's a door somewhere which needs

opening,

and i expect my hand to do the best

it can,

without me watching through the window glass.

when we meet,

you offer me soup or a song

and i chose both,

listening as i eat.