I was at the last breath of my career.
I flew to London because my daughter
was getting married.
they all hated me because
perhaps I deserved it.
on the flight the flight attendant
caught my eye
I think I have always been attracted
to nice ladies in uniforms
she was English I am Canadian.
but the flight was not busy
so she sat and chatted with me.
I told her about the wedding
she said she did not have children.
except once she was pregnant
but did the smart girl thing.
that's when I noticed a tear form in her eye
when I got off the plane at Heathrow
I felt a napkin in my pocket
on it she placed her number in London.
I got into my hotel
but I was the only one of the wedding group
booked there.
I knew I was not welcome.
At the rehearsal I was ignored.
my ex wife told me not to drink
and embarrass her.
in thirty seconds
I felt more alone than ever.
I called the napkin number.
she remembered me.
we met and shared a drink of wine.
she asked me why I was so sad.
I said it was my fault
I lost them.
she asked if I ever got lonely.
I whispered yes.
she said are you lonely now.
I said yes.

a year later

I am still in England
I play piano bar
in hotels.
we got married a month ago.
so much happier than before.
she had my new granddaughter
we are looking after her
for the night.
my daughter is out for
her anniversary dinner.
my ex said I look happier
than I have ever been.
her husband and I are golf buddies.
and my lady who flies the blue sky's
takes my heart with her
all over the world.
in her in her small
fit in the overhead compartment
suitcase

The beach still looks the same
As I trek through the sand
I can hear Clarence playing
Along with the E Street Band

There's where Jay's used to be
And the stone pony too
The pony's still there
But it's doesn't look like it used to

I started running in 1973
I guess I was always born to run
I've been running ever since
But now it's not any fun

I survived living in this
Forsaken jungleland full of freaks
And still the music's playing
Down to the backstreets

On that night she was there
You know she's the one
And Clarence wails away
He can't be undone

And I hope we will all be
Meeting across the river
Roaring up thunder road
For I am still a believer

Down on thunder road !

I am like a baby in your bay
You hum as I play the tirkit
Based in your basic base
I heat as your beats explode
I’ll hold you as a hungry lover
An angered one waiting in line
I’ll suckle your filled bosoms
Caress your hide in ecstasy
I’ll put you in my mouth to ****
My idea of a realistic performance
A subtle pitch, altered frequencies
Among my dozen of reigned rhythms
A 15th century Persian marvel
Now musing Punjab, Assam,Goa
Maharashtra,Karnataka and Pashtun
Amuse me in another foreign soil
Trance and ****** me to an addiction