Down North Beach way San Fransisco maybe play some blues.. could be a nighttime thinker read eyes get some news..
Crows ran out the Parrots on East St., W. L.A. .. hummingbirds speak humming words those trees every day..
Story of the harmless.. as those harmless live and play..
Set down my guitar down sat an ancient barroom stool.. bod in shape been jogging.. shoot good stick of pool..
Pretty women dressed all ways some are fun.. some cry.. some need drink to forget.. alcohol for sex to ply..
Trench coat on a guy who looked a spy trench coated back.. shades wore a fedora tennies had a leather pack..
Played some pool with ‘ultra cool’ least ways I gave that name.. To the spy with shades we played straight pool c note a game..
Drunk woman yelling weeping shrieking through her mouth.. ‘butterflies feel nothing.. my lover has gone South’
Shook my head smiled.. ‘ultra’ said ‘you’re getting wise’.. then I saw his wings a Butterfly there in disguise..
Liked North Beach met his wife.. met to date their daughter.. on the rebound from marriage to Troy at House of Otter..
She half butterfly would wing us to Israel and back.. flew in peace under radar.. stayed from all attack..
Now there is a memory I never would throw out.. of a time with Wing Gal.. where a new sun is about.. Some may see.. some may not.. colors suit the heart.. of sun- shine.. peaceful sunshine.. easing love to every part..
Darkness.. unknown.. cold.. light warms peace in beauty.. ease in loving beauty to behold.. Who you are in living .. know you have to try.. to be at peace with living.. like the brilliant butterfly.. 🙂 !
Today I remember San Fransisco is about 49 square miles of tradition.. rebuilt after the earthquake in ’06.. the fire of ’07.. thus I see it defined in later 19th c. quality.. buildings there far older.. rich in tradition.. Peace Tony