“Passing A Tall Man”
Passed a tall man on the street the other day
he gave me a small nod and whispered a small hey
I asked him what in this world could make a body so happy
as to sing when you pace the brick city blocks
he told me that it was that look a body gets
when his lover greets him so softly
when the sun collapses under the weight of a long day
and the night is so warm with a breeze from the east
passed a tall man on the street the other day
he turned and he shook my hand with a firm grip
and he handed me a lighter and said ‘Spark my spliff”
and I then said I would be happy to oblige him
if he would walk a while with me today
and come and hear the band play
at the festival inside a bar clouded with smoke and booze
I pass a tall man on the way inside
and he shakes my hand and gives me the best of luck
I walk on stage and read my lines
while the music lives and dies
behind me on this black and shiny stage
and I see the tall man stand to take his leave
and he stops at the door and turns half to me
he tips his hat and strides on out…….
 
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