Sitting outside the prison waiting for things to cool off
Hoping for a vision that I won’t scoff
Montreal’s ahead with Newport just aside
Waiting for the one I love to say come inside
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But peace comes piece by piece
In precious weekly portions like the pictures of my new niece
Patience has her way though I’d rather my own
Future’s closing and greater joy rarely known
Getting things in order - time rolls on
Glimpses and remembrances bring back a hint of dawn
Can’t say that interest’s here by now it’s only words
This hanging out on a limb is strictly for the birds
Thinking ‘bout Brazil & jazz and funky bluesy tunes
'Bout living in the Caribbean walking the beach in the afternoon
'Bout dancing & singing & even silly dinosaurs
'Bout babies, whales, France, Rhode Island - sometimes Even More |