of course a horse with no name
came into view:
I was reading the morning paper
after eating breakfast and tying my reluctant shoe.
in the background played a Johnny Cash song
about a Folsom Prison Blue
and the ring of fire burning red.
see, I remember climbing out of bed
and hearing my golden-haired dog cough
and the table top alarm going off.
well, what's it all about?
I heard a voice like Janis Joplin shout!!
she was wearing a string of pearly beads,
complaining of her urgent needs,
but no stick up artist was waiting nearby.
no overhead blue bird sky.
no shooting star,
but a Sunday night TV and a Mercedes car
both went speeding past.
I wondered if my coffee would last
longer than these damn memories flooding in from my past?
what time will the holding company begin holding me
in its' arms with a cup of hot organic green tea?
in my mind, there's a burning cigarette filled with nicotine and memories of smoke,
laughing at a stupid comment which I took to be a joke
but Edgar Allan Poe didn't know which way to go,
either; so like a rolling stone,
we both hoped to be alone
gazing at eternity.
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