Posted by Atticus on January 18, 2005, at 13:53:15
Leavin’ the Grin of a Sinner
Unproven groovin’ troubadour
Doffs his hat my way,
A trippy ’50s fedora,
As if to say,
“Brother, I’m glad
You come by today,
Down in the No. 1 tunnels
Where the sun don’t play,”
And his pock-marked Gibson
Got somethin’ to say,
But the screeching preaching
Of the subway wheels say, “No way,
I’m not havin’ any of that
While my steel wolves bay,”
As they lope along rails
Shooting sparks in the fray,
Tryin’ their damnedest
To make the world seem more gray,
And I toss a buck into his guitar case
Then gasp a raspy, “Hey,”
’Cause the dude looks just
Like Bobby Dylan in his Village heyday,
And I’m thinkin’ I must be trippin’
As he fades away,
Leavin’ the grin of a sinner
To shimmer and sway
Amid the rustle of commuters
Pimpin’ on their way to their pay,
’Til the smile’s gone, too,
But not a long way
As it stretches my face
And it settles to stay,
So I pop in my headphones
And I think I just may
Write a verse on the train,
Skip work and just play.
-- Atticus
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