da san francisco beat

why my brain is out there
on a windswept corner
dripping rain

i’m not real sure
going off with la dee dah
a storybook gypsy rose lee

riffing surreality
her story has convinced me
to try and steer my ne’er do well
craft across the sea

rolling up jankety joints
dispensing mega mystery
backlit by some har dee har
inky dink rocket car

an interplanetary clown
i spacewalk down the bully-vard
heady somehow carving footprints into margin’s edge
flippantly i postulate in a far out bar
ricocheting otherworldly
sparks from my guitar

weisenheimer stains on shoit
emblematic righteous doit
blowing open vintage
wobbly paths to creativity

my message for eternity
boiling down sum white hot seat

tony rice a roni
da san francisco beat

 
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