Sheltered Verses (Part 2) Poem by Bryan Lee Greer

Sad music all around
song remains the same
guitar, base and drums
junkies rise to fame

Tempted by the needle
Neil said it fine
done was the damage
of opium and wine

Nose candy coupons
cash in the hand
cocaine fueled groupies
I'm with the band

Shawn Willy Walker
sure could play
playin his guitar
makin his way

Dancin with the devil
makin a deal
dancin with the darkness
promise of the real

Guitar playin panhandler
playin on the street
strummin his guitar
change at his feet

Old rumpled suit
holes in his shoes
playin his guitar
playin the blues

Sun weathered skin
eyes pale blue
gettin high on weed
drinkin whiskey too

Stagerin down the street
dragin his guitar
trippin in a hurry
headin for a bar

Alcoholic, drug addict
this he'll always be
if only he could quit
if only he were free

Free of the needles
free of the weed
free of the booze
free of the need

Rain water, water wheel
moving through the stream
weary wet awakenings
only but a dream

west coast winter night
rain, rain, rain,
sheltered from the nastiness
sheltered from the pain.

Havin a good hair day
thats what he said
the ancient old indian
my mind he read

Hyperactive frenchman
energy abound indeed
appears like a ghost
an apparition with weed

Smokin at the library
how it always seems to be
smokin behind the pillars
thats Frenchie and me

Downtown East side
sad souls to pity
lost in the darkness
lost in the city

City of darkness
city of pain
city of sadness
city of rain

It's all a reflection
everything you see
everything you look at
everything is me

Eight years in prison
two shy a dime
a solitary leather tramp
serving out his time

Time on the highways
time in the sun
time in the mountains
time on the run

soon he'll be free
silly sentence served
done is the time
the sentence he deserved.




(To be continued)