I got 3 cute CDs - one a folk-country, the two others jazz
Some "different" clothes, with all their razz-a-ma-tazz
a box of diet candy that I thought was just dandy
and a nice Adele CD from one of the nurses here at the hospital
that ring a bell
Trendiness-wise in my subconscious,
a sweat suit from the state American Legion Auxiliary
So I can go out and jog with Hillary,
just kidding,
that would be too titillating
and exhilarating
for me
two books on conservationism that deserve some study
some toiletries,
two magazine subscriptions
for when things get murky,
nothing for muddiness
but then I'm not outside much.

I enjoyed being a bellhop at the Student Union at the U of I in college,
everything went so fast.
I enjoyed being a dishwasher
everything went so fast, too, and I formed a relationship with
a gorgeous blonde waitress that I thought would last.
I enjoyed digging ditches for a home builder
it made me feel so earthy and the die was cast
for me being a manual laborer
'cause I know I'd crack up in the Army
and of course no flag would be at half- mast
and to be realistic
I'd be "doing it" for the rest of my work period
I was so serious
Then I used a sledge hammer and jackhammer
and more feeling of earthiness followed
and I knew I'd be delirious
at working here at something where I could see
my progress at it
and not get messed up in my mind too much at that.
Us workers would have the usual construction workers'
break beverage of a quart or bottle of chocolate milk
and we'd feel great
at mopping the sweat from a lot
including our cheeks.
Being a soldier
obviously didn't agree with me,
or I wouldn't have gotten
called on PTSD
but my stubborn flights into food service work
and even janitor work
were my way of fighting it
and my cup of tea.

Listen to my heartbeat heart line beat
to the beat we got
only one and one I
fear the reaper
when it comes to the young
killer in shackles Ball and Chain;
Yeah Janis Joplin’s version of the song,
and the discriminate use
of *******
and bang a gong
and get it on
and caress
not stink the young
Better hit a love run
Someone got their dovegun
Ball and Chain heartache.
Tom and Bob’s cheesecake –
run, run
Heartache gun.

Recently I've been reading a book about American Bandstand from   Philadelphia 1957-1963
and it's given me what I call the Bandstand Blues
where I recall a bygone era
when things were much simpler
and wish I was coping now
like I did back then
rather than being swarmed under by the undercurrent of
the jet age and the age of the computer,
where I had teen crushes
on the like of Arlene Sullivan, Carole Sealdeferri, and Trini Giordano
such that I daydreamed about being famous like they were someday
and going off and meeting them and dancing with them
Unfortunately that dream never
came true
Being a loner back then, I was envious
of the teen parties all the regulars had that I read about in the teen magazines
I would have like a
social life like that
wanting to go with what were considered the truly neat girls in school,
and vicariously imagining
myself up there as one of the
regulars in what seemed like
their bump and grind dances
and discovering my puberty that way
rather than through several girlfriends I had in school
a little bit
admiring the nice story of
**** Clark and wanting to
emulate him someday
which I fell far short of
as I grew old
although like I say, I managed to acquire some
wealth later on in life
Wanting to have trendy clothes
and trendy hairstyles
like the boys did
rather than being
rather dowdy in my opinion then,
and imagining what it would be like
growing up in probably what was a little more
sophisticated atmosphere back east
as I could tell from family vacations there
But I do cherish the fascination
The good side of bandstand in the book

Black
     1.  James Brown
     2.  Michael Jackson
     3.  Terence Treat Darby
     4.  Sammy Davis Jr.
      5.  Prince
white
      1.  Donald O'Connor
      2.  Danny Kaye
      3.  Frank Sinatra
      4.  Don Rickles
      5.  Jonathan Winters
let's do the females
black
      1.  Ella Fitzgerald
      2.  Carmen McCrae
      3.  Brandy
      4.  Rihanna
      5.  Beyonc'e
white
       1.   Cher
       2.  Judy Garland
       3.  Sally Field
       4.  Lana Turner
       5.  Arlene Dahl

Call me a Tiger (a restless stud, I think)
I've got stripes around my shoulders, though
Connie Pommegan probably thought I had stripes everywhere
and I reminded him of drippy Fruit Stripe gum, I guess
and yeah my sergeant's stripes in ROTC
Come right now
like a tiger
like Tabien said
I guess I think I'm a tiger
literally (how dumb) with
Smokey the Bear thrown in
Tony the Tiger
roars.
This is probably a bore
Why a tiger
and a cartoon character -
I guess 'cause I think
I'm some sort of lovable
tomcat -
I don't know?
This poem went nowhere.

Fancying myself a sophisticated gentleman, I like to lobby sit.
I have favorite spots like the Palmer House Hotel lobby in Chicago
where I'd even light a cigar and smugly read the Chicago Tribune
in one of their leather chairs
or else when the Yankees
or other visiting pro sports teams
were in town buy a Milky Way
and the Sporting News at the newsstand
hoping to rub elbows
with some of the players
as they paused there
on the way to their rooms.
I can also remember sitting there
one time gaping at the Embassy Room marquise
when it advertised the Supremes singing there -
I also liked to lobby sit in the lobby of the Aster Hotel
near Times Square where our family would stay
on trips to New York
and maybe catch a glimpse of say a new phenomenon -
then a bag lady as she wandered in looking for a place to take a load off
or else I hoped to see some Band standers from Philadelphia come through
as they were there in New York spending the weekend
to appear on **** Clark's Live Saturday Night Show from New York.
Also I enjoy sitting in lobbies of the Desert Inn and Siam City in Fort Lauderdale
listening for the Yankees serve on the Clure Migas sports segment
on the late night news
or else sitting in the lobby of the Ordillone Hotel on Miami Posada
watching the McCarthy hearings.
One time when I was lobby sitting at the local Ramada Inn Hotel in Champaign
some Champaign police came in and ordered me out
and said something to the effect of "if you want to lobby sit, go up to Chicago and do it
but not here - this can barely be called a small city"
But yeah the satisfaction of lobby sitting in general.

Scribble away.
Murmur away.
Play Scrabble again
and forget to go out and play.
The nighttime's the right time
So says James Brown,
but anytime is the right time
as long as you believe
in what you say.

*Charles Sturies

Just a little thankfulness here and there is icing on the cake
Just time a lot to spend the moment
can make a person fed
like they're not on the make
or dating a rake
out them till their wake.
Sincerity means of much,
here and there, a thoughtful touch
even if it's getting romantic while
out with them to lunch
or asking your mate
for something to munch
on
or kissing some night here and there
into the dawn.
Honesty is the key,
giving notice to the person asking to see
whether you charge a fee or not
just being interested in little ol' me
Ask if they're gonna let you be
when the time comes
or hate you and tell
you whether or not to sell
yourself on something that you
wouldn't be able to do.
You want though to come and be
as in a pair
and have them make you
think you're part of a stable.
Courage is important
and cleanliness just as important
I've just scratched the surface.

Brooms
made room for me
to hear a tune
and remember Daniel Boone
King of the Road by Roger Miller
where he says
2 hours of pushing broom
made me think to
write of a simple, mundane
thing like the broom to me at least
and how the broom could
be a best friend of mine
as for a seeking out work
pushing it
Enough said?

I'd have Kyra Sedgewick's face as the face,
a combination of the bodies of Kathryn McPhee and Serena Williams as the body,
the wardrobe of Martha Quinn the old MTV personality broadcaster
Kylee Harting
the personality of Lucille Ball,
the character of Jane Addam, perhaps, the founder of Social Work in old time Chicago
the voice of Caila Ali
the sense of humor of Phyllis Diller,
the posture of Condaleeza Rice
the leadership ability of Elizabeth Warren
the lifestyle of either Monica the soul singer or Janet Jackson
and then name her Kyra Williams in honor of Kyra and Serena
plus the creativity of the know by some - black poets Nikki Giovanni
and the athleticism of pro tennis player (ex) Jennifer Capriati
with a little of pro tennis player Maria Sharapova

Another world championship
comes into view
that is, if the pitching holds up
and they maybe get Coby from Detroit.
And maybe work Glybe Torres and
Andular and Clint Fegie into
the scheme of things and maybe
Requito Kyle Schwarbe from the Cabs
That's quite a few ifs but sure
they got the premier slugger in baseball
he sounds like even ore of an CBI
man than Judge
and will make them pitch to Judge more.
He sounds like a great public
relations figure and the endorsements
will motivate him too...
Maybe he'll be the designated hitter
as opposed to Schwarbe or else
he'll take up on outfield, right field slot,
then the Yankees could move Aaron
and trade Brett Gardner for a pitch
My Yankees are back in the business
of bringing Romans
to New York again.
The Kicks are back for me too
having hung out in NYC for a while
among other reasons

The early morning network news alerts me to possible big stories.
The morning local news with its periodic weather reports helps me with
my flurry
of early morning chores.
As the day evolves  I might want to tune in Maury for more of what I can,  this quest for glory.
CNN is mixed in
and then at 3 here in Central Illinois on comes Harry Connick Jr.
leading me into the content of the evening news.
Then there's no more blues
tuning in the exciting dramas
that deal in anything from Karma
to the pursuit of the study
of man existing in larva.
A key sporting event
might be on
that is guaranteed not to
make you yawn.
Late night news sprouts its yarns
and comes late night talk
to turn me on to anything
from the barn
to yarn.
Oh  "the magic" of TV to me.

Nicholas Tremulis, Wade Hayes,
two of my favorite singles but rather
obscure next to Paul McCartney
and Stevie Wonder.
Louis Lucas and Ronnie Levick,
rather obscure Bandstanders compared
to Kenny and Arlene and Justin and Bob.
Joe Mota and Ed Perry,
two obscure Illini compared
to **** Butkus and Johnny "Red" Kirk
Loren Tate and Bob Rasmussen,
two Champaign-Urbana New Gazette
sports writers not very known
compared to nationally based sports writers **** Shoop and **** Young
Obscurity vs. fame -
Is it necessary?
Just like
poverty vs. wealth -
Is that necessary?
I just wish we all could be wealthy and famous!

*Charles Sturies

Our blackness is our power.
The difference we make
is what we do hour by hour
and what we deem our take.
Look we're beauty
in and out.
To be black
is what we'll shout.
We may not look it
but what we got we took it.
From MLK to Caleb Day,
Fro Eva to Gary,
We'll take our place
even on the Staten Island Ferry.

*Charles Sturies

I love me
I'm no tree
There's a fee for that
not including me
Shortstop the poetry
Prevent it from being more
about a tree
Be it a studly guy
Or something to buy
at Christmas time
3 women come to mind-
one a grouch, one decadent,
and one loose
Return to the blues
and this trilogy
with care
extra
will surely be
to the tune
of reading
Morning Becomes Electra

My beautiful women in pictures.
It's making me feel like
I am about to have a seizure,
they even make me feel
like this is my harem
and I'm a man of leisure
They might carom
they don'y even remind me
of Buster Narum
and with a crayon
I could tell how they'd feel in rayon.

You've got to try to blot out relationships with other people, I think, to form true friendships with your family member, but you can profit from these other relationships if you've learned certain skills there.

Don't let your love of family members overshadow that which you nurture, foster, and embellish in the theories of true familial friendship.

In other words, talk over the good times, "apologize" for the bad times, do fun things together, and be as generous as you possibly can be with them.
Maintain your sense of humor as far as any phobias, neuroses, or hangups the family members might have that otherwise would get on your nerves.
Be considerate, punctual, try to be thoughtful, and maintain contact with them through thick and thin.
There probably is much more to this than the above-think of ideas yourself-especially little things mean a lot ones.

First of all I think it's an appropriate song for these times.
Kind of semi-tragic bittersweet beauty goes on
Caused, I think, by just the people
I've griped about - countercultures, youth,
revolution, the cult of the hippie
and I think that's good
that we're getting a taste
of a bro-ken-heart-ed mel-o-dy
I remember I felt so bluesy
and sad when I listened to
when it first came out
when I was going through a hippie stage
as an adolescent -
Cheerios - honey - tea - coffee with Mom for breakfast - sunflower seeds,
a small pigtail, an earring, bell bottom
blue jeans - I had my mother hem 'em up for me
Oh, well, anyway, yeah, Sassy
Sarah Vaughn and her song
This generation just might be sarcastic
if they sing along and blurt it
out in their dialogue.
It could be that I'm fancying

Destry
Rides from the vestry
To pick out his best trees
For either the ridge line or
Tree line - I just can't tell
For his Bout with the infantry.
Dastardly and Motley are two
Of his favorite men.
Some of them can even root for
The suit for
Destry rides again
But i'm just tight again.
yeah, Destry Jones.
The good 'ol Jones Boy

My 2 all time favorites, I guess,
are Lash LaRue and Johnny Mack Broome.
I remember seeing them in the Rose Bowl Parade of 1954.
For movie watching, I loved Rex Allen
and had nostalgic flavor for
Randolph Scott movies.
The villainesque type was Robert Ryan.
Autry and Rogers I looked up to
as well as Clayton Moore
who for those of you who don't know
played the TV Lone Ranger.
Lee Van Cleef in High Noon was awesome.
Tom Mix I just saw snatches of him in bits of his westerns,
but that huge hat would do anything for the prestige of a cowboy star.
That about sums up my favorite cowboy
besides the ones on the range,
Ben Johnson, whose autograph I got in a Rodeo popular in California
(I think I've mentioned it before)
and the ones in the rodeo.
You probably though I'd go on about almost a countless number of cowboys.

*Charles Sturies

Come with me
down the ladder of success a few steps
to a snowflake
in the wintertime, not to borrow
from Robert Frost,
to see Miss Merry Christmas
with her white muffler
and her grin like Jacqueline Onassis.
We'll find some competent people
to climb that
slippery, slimy, scratchy, stogie
ladder of success
with sweat, blood, and tears, to
borrow from Winston Churchill

A voice like velvet,
believe it or not,
revolver like Jesse Belvin
He knows just what is a shot
Harsh actually might be his sound
but sure he's got his feet right on the ground.
His material might not be great
but you know he keeps in mind people
that typically rate
like Bonnie Raitt.
The beat's nice.
Nothing to worry about
being enticed
though
it lets you know he's cold
as in ultra cool
and to me
nobody's fool

That is the same one I like –
the beat to Shotgun by Jr. Walker
and the All Stars
It makes me feel militant
like I’m attacking the Cong
or leaning on
the 4th of July celebration
for “the dudes” in front
to attack the bang-a-gong crown
if they throw Molotov
cocktails at
‘em
and brissel with pigtails
Blockbuster wasn’t like this.
The DVD business seems sick
compared to Dead-Eye ****
who harks back to a character names
Ben.
Why because I love you
Shy because I help few.
Why Gentle Ben and **** Nixon
maybe -
to go along with a certain beat.
I just want to savor
the past I guess
and think I did my best.


from the Frankie Avalon song “Why”

Circus catcher,
Max Patkin in a total clown outfit,
Willie Mays remembered,
hot dogs,
the soothing nature of baseball on TV,
talk of a Yankee rebirth,
me projecting that the Cubs
will repeat
if Jason Heyward spells Dexter Fowler
the breezes of spring
appropriate spring clothing,
major league baseball box scores again
right under the fresh major league baseball
standings in the sports section
college baseball on ESPN (I guess it's on already)
teams filling out their 25
man rosters,
sweat of the brown, rooting
for your team,
these are just a few of the signs
of the rite of spring

Yes, I could I bet -
Dispel the myths about the so-called
white trash that I talk about elsewhere
but it'd be too involved
I'll just sift in and call attention
to our own image of
to some people
I guess clammy paws, bad breath
and BO making me considered by them to be a drp
as opposed to the white trash labeled I talk about and say, one
I know how the white-trash called
victims feel
due to how eerily my own label
haunts me
there's got to be a connection
but two as they say
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but names will never hurt me.
and it takes one to know one

In the past
glamour enamored
Sander Vanocur
should be put in the slammer
for lack of it
but I guess he's got candor
enough to lank her,
the lady of his dreams
as in a return to the soft drink Teem
** hum this topic
it's so myopic
I'll have to out and recopy it.

Well, the heart is a lonely hunter
Sweets for my sweet
Sweet surrender

P.S. But if you want to know, It's in his kiss

By autocrat I mean a domineering bossy pseudo-dictator of a basically free country.

No, I say, and he's doing a good job, but he has thing kinda harsh peopled following that probably wouldn't exist if it wasn't for certain pink lazy young people infiltrating the power structures of this country.

That sounds far-fetched, I know, and the babbling of a jealous old man, but that's my hunch - there are too many young people in high school who come home and plop themselves down on the couch to a bunch of inane TV with a whole bag of Lay's potato chips at their fingertips, irritating their right-winged father, cheating afterward, and getting educated in a technical field and offending dangerous psychotics off the street.

If Trump would just correct that and not take his hang ups out on us Latinos (I'm partially Mexican, Puerto Rican, South American, and Spanish, so far as I know) and Muslims like me, this country wouldn't disintegrate with mass murderers and such, who might have delusions that Trump is their der fuhrer.

He's kind of a know-it0all and becoming autocratic as it would seem.

He could prevent this from coming to full fruition by just minding the liberal media a little bit.

Create.
Be Sensitive.
Look good in the face
Dress up to date
Have a nice build
Have a great personality
I tell myself
I want to attract somebody really nice
if I'm to get married again
Even if I'm already 72 years old
I worry
I fret
I scurry about
waiting for someone to particularly tout
I may seem all out
but with 2 older sisters
I know
how women
discuss about
catching Mr. Right.
I want to be someone's Mr. Right
or flight
the blight of being uptight
and just get out of my sight
with all my might
with no more fright
and attempt to take it light!
But I love being uptight
and wallowing in my pity
but in right now
I wanted to go see "Sul"
but if I burn the midnight oil
worrying about being married to a real dish
then my toil
over termites or sumpin 1
without seeing
the Olde Miss
in women
won't get me
what I probably desire-
a woman like Rumpken2
and along with "it"
a nice house near a forest preserve
where there wont' be one fore fit
What I'm saying is I'm  looking for Miss Right
and if I don't find her I'll
go into hiding
but I probably should actually look for
someone I'm compatible with,
if that's the rule of thumb.

Precede from the Presidio,
Pride and Prejudice on the rocks,
Letterman looms
with its men of rock.
Presume
the promiscuous
but don't let me bleed
from lashing out
because of a typical
impression if mine
of San Francisco as a tot
****** isn't it
******* off the public ***
or being in a twit, worried about Travis Tritt
All is actually well though
at last in San Francisco
where the Doggy Dinner
Hot Dog Stand chain
is probably still in existence
although I haven't been
to Frisco in a long, ling time.
If you're not in a stir
about the place
you probably won't see
people wiping snot
from their noses
or popping no-doses
or worried about nine to five
Yeah Jacqueline Susan as a hair.

Go over in one's mind.
Back up and go over.
Make arrangements in the mind.
Back up and correct.
Take not of
the wonders of a computerized mind  -
I'm just being facetious there, and
for that matter the wonders
of a schizoid mind - I'm just
being facetious again.
The best I can do
for my own thing
is counting sheep
and I, of course
got that off of others.

Roy Nyers
Donald Byrd
Stanley Turrentine,
Wayne Shorter
McCoy Tyner,
Frank Sinatra,
Billie Holliday,
Gene Ammons,
Some I want to listen to
Like
Clark Terry,
Art Farmer,
and Yusef Lateef.

I played Cowboys
I also played infantry
so that says something
even fancied having
a tiny bit of cowboy
in me
Riding a bucking bronco
and not being
thrown off -
no it wasn't at a "dude" ranch,
or was it
and like I say I had my cowboy
outfit in the third grade
and got so good
at horseback riding
for all intents and purposes
but of the women
who might sense something
va va voom
whew
I deserve some attention

It's me, being a broken record
Yeah the expression of Zep-pul
in as in they're good but most people
cared about what they consider an obscure
rock group from "across the water"
Wooo, Awesome - words they say that really describer
something just here in the States to
them that get on my nerves since the
people who utter them find themselves
so worldly I want to know what are they doing being patriotic for.
Tolkien novels and those movies with
Daniel Radcliffe - I'm big deal since
most Americans are about fantasy with a
European bent.
Far out describing a crazy person seems to
be implying that the crazy are a bunch
of simpleton communists if what my
guess is by what they mean by far out is correct.
These are just a few of the utterances of
pinkos in the country who in my opinion want
to overthrow the federal government.

Frightfully cool, as a matter of fact,
as in a midsummer's apple pie a la mode
come down cold chills.
Remind me of when I had thought
I was an alcoholic when I
was living at home goin' to the U of I
and would have just chugged 3 beers and
thrown up time after time it seemed
barhopping on campus
and would get the shudders on
our front porch afterward
thinking about it,
or the brat I had tasted at
the local campus brat house
wondering what wonder was,
why we were blessed with a
Stevie Wonder himself at the time
and if that had anything to
do with Wonderbread?

Old Town probably doesn't appeal
to an old friend of mine like Tom Beale
like Gaslight would
if it could
bring on the gas
along with the sassafras
to ignite a rail
on those cartoon termites
in that as for the insect killer Raid
I'm just kidding
about gaslight
and its power
and how I would have
sworn they had
put me in bed
near one of the snack bars there
on Gaslight Square
when I was on palliative care
from complications from a broken hip.
I don't know if it was the hippie
in me with my flashlight
and the water tower
and the slaughtered calf
that made me hallucinate myself in a bed
in a quack box on Gaslight Square
or if it's just my eyes on this rhyming try.

Jennifer Capriati
I know you don't look snotty
I hope you're not hotsy-totsy,
since I plan on meeting
you
when I become famous too,
just for an interview
for some magazine
or even on the mezzanine
of Yankee Stadium.
You'd ne so so dumbfounded.
I want you bad
You're healthy and robust
You make me happy not sad
even if you open
the door
and don't take you robe off
and say hauntingly
you're not bored
and look supple and soft
and offer up your autograph
while being aghast
and with being hintingly say nothing to scathe
me off the map.
I've got your picture on my wall
you look like you'd be a ball
I read on the internet where you got busted
but I can tell you're to be trusted.
Enough of my fantasies, insights, and desire.
You're one of the all-time greats of tennis
and nothing like love for hire.
Knowing you're in the world
Makes me love you like never before

Santa in a rich dare red coat
the reindeer with
special decorations on them
the sleigh in a rich caramel
to contract with Santa's red
but and bags of toys in back
the sleigh over loaded with em
actually
and the most schooled expression
in Santa's face at it
as he cracked the whip
on the reindeer
I know a little theological fantasy
this is all
there's nothing I feel
wrong with that.

That was a scenic route
enough to tout
now about
something on James Bouton
and the movie 3 Coins
in the Fountain
though.
Wo Wo kicks kicks
Illinois might sign Quinn
Nottingham
That character here at the VA -
Packingham
Would turn over in his grave,
at the home of the brave
T-shirt
and how not to fight
with Squirt
Smith
As in that's the man and the myth.
This poem might be insane
but just to talk of the game would
have been insane

Incessant nose-picking in a dry-air climate,
Nurses that seem fussy,
Artsy-Craftsy people who are animated,
Delusional types (that's me for sure)
and how good that they think are as a result of
the feelings they have that seem to cause it.
Coy smiles on unassuming females,
the new country singers and how they seem
to wait, mixing together
all sorts of roots - how complete they sound.
Jonathan Winters as anything.
Mad Magazine classic humor,
how the least likely people
like the doorman and the coffee dolly
fancy themselves domineering ******'s with
followers, drips that they prey on and all
sorts of powerful new concepts
as a revision of Adolf.
That's it for the latest that amuses me.

Love is in the air
It's everywhere
OOO I'm losing you
But we win against ISIS
and I wouldn't worry about certain people
being drips or even our sissis
Not that we really do,
Some of us at least,
Or if there's rhyme or reason
to the rock group Little Feat
I'm sure the dust will clear
on the Jimmy Dean - John Wayne
duel delusions of some of us.
That we'll be more grateful
for simple love demonstrated
and won't feel we have to be registrated
for all the latest raffles
life will be one big successful raffle
and not for us a big hassle
and l'll look up an old Yankees farmhand
that sounded good to me on the Internet
Bobby Lasko
Love, love is in the air.

Raspy voiced
human ****
so they think
not the women
but unabiding fake Christians
the kind some of us Muslims want to omit
so we hear who "Christians" who speak all
sorts of complicated sophistications
everywhere
God will punish them
for being sacrilegious
so says the Koran?
For your eyes only
belong to the greyness
of a multitude of eyes
staring at
or basking in glory
son
to be anointed though, too?

Lugnut
Plug not,
Flung not
For want not.
A bit of huney,
A bit of stick
The screwdriver
As in carpentry tool,
Come here quick.
Drill,
Trill,
Frills
Hammer up
And let me lie a little.
On to the miter box.

City lights talk to me
as I travel through the night
on the interstate
by car, by bus
or as I can see on a train
or from an airplane looking down.
Even the lights and so forth
of small cities, towns, small towns, and villages
that I travel through
speak to me.
A dirt road on a farm
or small town highways
and roads as they talk.
Yeah New York City and
the character it has of its own
at night especially
and driving the van with the cops honking
and people streaming
into the streets.
Yeah looking up at the jet airlines
at night as they talk to one with
their lights twinkling
This is soul to me, especially
Cleveland at night
and the Baltimore Bethany at night
and looking at the nooks and
crannies of big city ghettos
as you pass though on a
Greyhound during the day and night.
Yeah the chills you can get
especially at night
and daydreaming that
the 2 songs - Hot Child in the City
by Nick Gilder and You
Belong to the City by Glen Frey
as you waltz through big city
streets especially at night
thinking you're a tough
guy with epilepsy or something as you start
shaking or a been-around
drugster like I fancy myself

Part African American and related to
Hilkesealase
related to Hugh Hefner
related to whatever
part Lithuanian and royal
Lithuania blood
part German
part Cherokee Indian
maybe part Polish and part English
part Mexican
part South American
maybe some middle eastern
blood
part English maybe
and part Irish