There was a light dusting today...
scattered your ashes
wind blew away your spirit
But left me with
...
Honor the word
struck by pen on paper
tying together the reasons
Of love
...
Tourist
I
I'm a tourist
In your grand old city
Look around canals & water ways
Did you find my bicycle
I left floating here years ago
Or the boom box I use to play?
Never mind the tea leaves in the tin cup
I drank those up.
II
I 'm a tourist in your grand old city
Dodging bullets
Where chalk marks up the sidewalks
Did you find my gun in your sewers
Or my grafitti pen I used
To mark up the walls of City Hall?
Never mind the tea leaves in the old tin cup,
I drank those up.
III
I'm a tourist in your grand old city
Walking up and down your halls
Did you find my Congressman I voted for
Hiding in the closet
At the Washington Mall?
Did his voice & votes matter at all?
Never mind the tea leaves
I've read the writing
On the wall.