Don'T Stop Believin' Poem by gershon hepner

I’m just a city boy and I was raised
in London, long before there was a queen;
and you’re a small town girl at whom I gazed
and, gazing back at me, proved you were keen
on spending time with me not in a smokey room,
but in the theaters and concert halls
where we would go together and consume
fine plays and lieder––never in the stalls,
but in the balconies they called the gods,
when you had finished teaching children in their class
and I had finished fighting against odds
to keep alive an ailing biomass.
I do believe that those days were the top
of our bright morning of autonomy,
a high soprano note that will not stop,
since night won’t fall in our shared bonhomie.


Inspired by Linda and by the last episode of “The Sopranos” which ended with the words “Don’t stop” while “Don’t Stop Believin, ’” which Tony Soprano had selected from a jukebox, was being played in the background.

Just a small town girl,
livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere...
Just a city boy,
born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere...

A singer in a smokey room,
the smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on...

(chorus)
Don't stop believin'
Hold on to the feelin'
Streetlight people


© 2007 Gershon Hepner 6/25/07