Thursday, September 9, 2010

Gone On Vacation

I can hear that old piano
and the voice rings in my ears
I close my eyes and rest
it's not very comfortable
but it will do
That big machine and going East
I hear the rumble and whir of the road
Feel the heat of the night
Not too happy
Cried too much, in fact
But that part is over.
But something still lives on
inside us.
Gone swimming
don't want to get wet.
Think of yesterday
and think of tomorrow.
What will it bring to me?
Leave him away
and make me smile a few tears.
Go on and make your show
and let me have my balloon
to watch for tomorrow
Will will part and Goodbye
take you away
and the letter you wrote that June
Good Bye.
written November 1994

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