He asked me "so where have you been?"
Let me think now let me see. I was stood
once where Hitler's feet stood when he made a speech
in Nuremburg in '38 when he tried to build a perfect race, he
said "black men ain't gonna run alongside our perfect sons."
There's Dallas to the library, the place they ended Kennedy.
I stood where Oswald took his shot, in my opinion there's a
bigger plot. Costners back into the left, the picket fence, the
better bet. Paris came and Summer went, the tunnel's now
a flower bed. The famous turf to meet Geoff Hurst, vodka stops
to quench my thirst. Golden gate stroke Alcatraz, the fat man
failed to get us passed. Is Jimmy's corner in Raging Bull,
De Niro's jokes and bottled pills. Elvis tales from Mr. Wood.
Would any Richard Burton if you could? The tourists stare
at tourist stops. One more picture, one more got. Now a top up
for a change, it makes you think, it makes you sane. Talking
more about yourself, there's a mirror to have a check. Cheques
are always passing through, some depart but a lot come too.
The restaraunt talk of pick your teeth. You bite your tongue or
chew your meat. Sleep to drink or drink to sleep, one more week
and we will meet. We talk of what we haven't done since we
departed back a month. We argue while we have to shout.
All in all, it's nice to be out.
