A Thieves Tale

Safe sound startled

Choir chimes up and down

Away through town

No frown upon the upside crown

The lounging leathers 

Of the sunday blues

Snoozing on segways 

And the passaging allabies

 

We cry goodbye for the shine 

Of saying hello or hi

The mood changers, the mood swingers

Now its a last goodbye

 

Christ or religion 

Freewill or free living

Shivering with the gays and queers

Your on your own for this journey 

Through hospital trip visits

And lessons from English teachers

What for? The man said we all forget it one day

 

So you can take a journey to brooklyn state hospital

And find Woody Guthrie or stop being a fraud and write 

Your own poem

I may be right, I may be wrong

But you'll find them both in the grand canyon

At sundown