into the mystic
Posted: July 22nd, 2012, 8:53 am
van the man laid it down
woven blue-eyed soul
placed over me like a proud papa
covering his newborn son
with a crocheted blanket of love
gravelly voice knitted by thick hands
sea-weathered and worn
and I believed the saxophone,
was sure it was a foghorn
could even see the tugboats
float by when I closed my eyes
deep down inside my easy chair
they were steaming up the river
and I could feel the goose bumps rise.
the damp morning air slipped
inside my collar and I was there
standing on that massachusetts shore
sober and aware that music was my ticket,
a free pass to take me anywhere I wanted
to go, and I knew that when I chose to escape,
when I opted to blow this popsicle world
that no one would be able to find me
woven blue-eyed soul
placed over me like a proud papa
covering his newborn son
with a crocheted blanket of love
gravelly voice knitted by thick hands
sea-weathered and worn
and I believed the saxophone,
was sure it was a foghorn
could even see the tugboats
float by when I closed my eyes
deep down inside my easy chair
they were steaming up the river
and I could feel the goose bumps rise.
the damp morning air slipped
inside my collar and I was there
standing on that massachusetts shore
sober and aware that music was my ticket,
a free pass to take me anywhere I wanted
to go, and I knew that when I chose to escape,
when I opted to blow this popsicle world
that no one would be able to find me
