Lost in the city,
floundering alone
caught on the hook
of an abandoned dream
fighting in vain
against modernity’s pull
living the lie
—of eternity’s pain
(The New Room: July, 2021)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: July 20th, 2021 09:26
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Comments4
I heard someone ask him please
Please
Mr Bojangles
Dance
In 1972, Jerry Jeff Walker sang that song in my living room.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JVCvqZk3OY8
🙂
Kurt
WOW thanks for that. Great. Amazing. I enjoyed it
Kurt,
What a thrill to have Jerry Jeff Walker sing ‘Mr. Bojangles’ in your living room.
Wish I had been there.😉
Laura🌻
JJ liked to drink even more than he liked to sing. It was almost the end of him.
Wild times!
‘Wild times’…
in my dreams!😊
JJ liked to drink even more than he liked to sing. It was almost the end of him.
Wild times!
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