I flagged down the first taxi
I got in and told him where
I told him "take me home "
"I'll let you know when we are there"
He asked me which direction
I said for him to head out west
Then I asked him for a favour
I pulled a cd from my vest
I said "can you please play this"
"I'll give directions on the way"
"If you do, I'll pay you double"
There was nothing he could say
He slipped the disc in, headed out
In the direction I had said
Then I listened to the music
And let it filter through my head
Elton John, broke through the silence
singing "Take Me to The Pilot"
Two verses in, I said "turn left"
He made the turn, but remained silent
Another verse, another turn
I was sitting back, just waiting
Then he asked "Where we going, sir"
I said "home", although, 'till then I'd been debating"
Curtis Mayfield filled the background
Three verses in, we made a turn
I sat there, heading homeward
Exactly where, was no concern
We turned twice more, continued straight
Dr. John sang Iko Iko
The driver followed my commands
Turns out, his name was Nico
the songs came on, played out and he
Drove exactly where I said
You see, I've been this route before
I know the music in my head
A different disc, with different songs
Would get me home as well
The streets we chose to drive on
Well, I simply cannot tell
My route is formed through music
It fills me up and leads the way
To exactly where I need to be
Like home, the place today
The Four Seasons sang of "What A Night"
Back in nineteen sixty three
I told the driver "take a right"
It's the third place that you see
He asked if I was certain
It was just an empty lot
There was nothing there too special
I said "yeah, this here's the spot"
I paid him and I left his cab
I said "I may just see you soon"
He gave me my cd back then
He must have thought I was a loon
I sat down in the empty lot
I grew up here as a lad
My Mum and Pa, my brother too
Best times I ever had
The house came down 10 years ago
Nothing bad, just aged and rot
I still paid the city taxes
You see, I own the lot
I visit here each summer
Grab a cab and play the tunes
they take me home inside my mind
As I go visit the ruins
My Mum and Dad are gone now
Moved to Arizona three years back
My brother, in the Army
Last I heard, he's in Iraq
I sat here for an hour
Then I walked on down the block
Listening to my minds eye music
Walking slow and kicking rocks
I got down to the corner
I got in and told him where
I told him "take me home "
"I'll let you know when we are there"
He asked me which direction
I said for him to head out west
Then I asked him for a favour
I pulled a cd from my vest
I said "can you please play this"
"I'll give directions on the way"
"If you do, I'll pay you double"
There was nothing he could say...
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
Tell me, what style of a song you would love to hear?
And I splendidly sing it sweetly to you.
Just look you in the eyes.
And hold your hand gentlely.
Soon, you would think I was Smokey.
Even maybe Al Green.
The mood will be candid.
Just the way I've planned it.
And soon you would think I'm Rod Stewart.
Or maybe even Sam Cooke singing Sentimental Reasons.
So, can I sing you a love song?
With the mood of Teddy Pendergrass.
Or like Ron Banks , of the Dramatics with his sweet voice.
If push comes to shove.
I go the way of Dean Martin, if it keeps me in your arms.
So, can I sing to you a love song?
I could be William Hart.
I could be Eddie Levert.
I could be James Taylor.
I could be Curtis Mayfield.
And all you got to do, is close your eyes and imagine.
Then, I might do John Lennon, as a Beatle.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
Chesnuts
What are they
Are they like Walnuts?
Or peanuts
Or bust nuts
Or some other kind of nut
The world needs to know
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC