Easy Rider

they sold the drugs to the connection

the rolls royce is the connection

then captain america and billy the kid

hit the road on their harleys

life is the neverending highway

roaring to the unknown

and the pot is neverending

the highway is life

as they look for the rainbow

travelling across america

and joined by a drunken lawyer

searching for the freedom that is life

showing him grass that is their joy

the neverending trip

to the cemetary with the hookers

without their rolls royce

still searching for freedom

the freedom that is life

the american dream

the market place

continuing along the highway

confronted by rednecks

who shoot captain america and billy

along the highway that is life

thrift store boots

i needed a pair of cowboy boots

not hard when you know where to go

off to the thrift store always a sale

to wear to the cement city cowboy show

sitting on the shelf hardly worn

as usual the price was low

they were near the floor

kinda hard to see you know

they were hand tooled with a carved eagle

so for a dollar i took them home with me

as a tribute to all the thrift stores

that gives you a bargain not quite free

combing my moustache and dressing with care

wearing my fine silk shirt and go to hell grin

i swaggered with my special boots

to hear the cement city cowboys and their songs of sin

paradise

sometimes days seemed wasted

years in the cities

sometimes decaying

with and without talent

but always a direction

but not always connected

patient at times sometimes falling

sometimes broke but never complete

but it was always paradise

now older sometimes wiser

it still is paradise

maybe really truly paradise

when your seventy and healthy

wonderful daughters

four great beautiful grandchildren

a wonderful caring partner

sharing glorious moments in the mountains

and loving her

it's all paradise

old flame

grade nine purple sweater short black hair

knockout gorgeous and liked me

an ass was i and played the azz

either too shy or too stuck up

i never asked for a date

never forgot her face

where is she now does she care

wavy gravy

mine was frisco

his was wavy gravy much better

hugh romney

next destination

last nite i dreamt

of being at the pne on the wave swinger

lifting slowly from the platform

for a leisure ride of excitement

lights and unforgettable scenery

then i was on this narrow road in havana

that passed a night club la bodeguita

cobblestone street never paved

ankle deep in potholes

a curb ditch smelling like sewer

winding to nowhere

and behind in the alley

there drinking mojitos

smoking mellow cohibas

with fidel and umbrito

it is four in the morning

they ordered more chicken and rice

another round of rum

because the own la bodeguita

and all of the alley

saluting che

REMEMBERING SEVEN WORDS

there was the time I dreamt

I was the great buddha

siting on the great wall

dressed up in drag

rhinestone eyes and red lips

drinking from a paper bag

it dam near choked me

so i got up and sang elvis

songs of love and hate

and all my imperfections

cues and billard balls

and all my perfect reflections

then someone woke me up

unlocking the honesty within

asking the question..why me

and not understanding my own psyche

buddha, rhinestones, paper, bag, perfect, choke, dress (7 words I could remember)