I was listening to a some Tom Waits the other day,
puts me in a certain frame of mind,
if you know, you know what I mean,
you know what I want to say,
so I just listen to the blues and try to find my way.
I was thinking just the other day, about a neighbor,
someone I know, they know me,
we all seem to know each other,
especially when we do have that chance,
the rare opportunity to say hello, a courtesy.
See it is not as much about the neighbor as it is,
each other, all of us, walking around
today, tomorrow, any other day,
it’s about the wonder of our lives,
whose do we touch, and will they every touch ours.
I’m sitting in a coffee shop, still listening to the blues,
Tom Waits kind of sets the tone,
for your day, for some of you the week,
like sitting in an old rusty bar,
and he steps out of the blind with a guitar.
We all do walk the same neighborhood, together,
oh we carry our crosses, for some it is
that famous albatross from an old piece of
I believe it was Coleridge, one of the dead guys.
Point is the music continues, the riffs, the melodies,
the lyrics that seem to so mellow, haunt our lives,
so we can all believe in it together,
we do love to feel, to believe, to wonder, to wish,
perhaps walk the same paths we all would wish to choose.