In the basement at sixtythird Street, I sat on that old red couch. With guitar in my lap, I sang song after song. Tears flowed in rhythm staining the wood. Then "Lark" came along, and solitude became four . Our brief college Camelot.
Upstairs squatting in abandoned shelter Peeking through the boards looking out for unwanted visitors Then a young man wandering peered through his own set of slats across away in the distance, eyes looking and meeting as each of us spy Afraid of danger of strange encounter catching the other peeking through the slats Only to ignore the visitor and go back to reading the thick book until the sun set ruining the sanctuary as darkness peered through making the day end
I have my own room, it is mine. I have my own bed, it is mine. I have a small cassette player with headphones, blue foam covers, not a real Walkman, but it is mine. I have my tapes, and I have time.
buying our first house
ReplyDeleteMichelle insisted we
have a third bedroom
my work desk has
always been in the
living room along with
all my clutter
now I have my own office
where only my cat
comes in uninvited
I like this, Thomas. Funny twist about your cat :)
Delete:) thanks
DeleteIn the basement at sixtythird Street, I sat on that old red couch.
ReplyDeleteWith guitar in my lap, I sang song after song.
Tears flowed in rhythm staining the wood.
Then
"Lark" came along, and solitude became four .
Our brief college Camelot.
Upstairs squatting
ReplyDeletein abandoned shelter
Peeking through the
boards looking out
for unwanted visitors
Then a young man wandering
peered through his own set
of slats across away in the
distance, eyes looking and
meeting as each of us spy
Afraid of danger of strange
encounter catching the other
peeking through the slats
Only to ignore the visitor
and go back to reading the
thick book until the sun
set ruining the sanctuary
as darkness peered through
making the day end
I have my own room, it is mine.
ReplyDeleteI have my own bed, it is mine.
I have a small cassette player with headphones, blue foam covers, not a real Walkman, but it is mine.
I have my tapes, and I have time.