22/05/07

Ode To Rudie
Dreadlocked, saxophoned
carpeted and raw-boned
Eyebrow-ringed, red-haired
No one ever really cared.
Avant-garde thinking man
I think I’ll stay; I think I can
The basement is your home for now
That’s sad but you’ll get out somehow.

Dreadlocked, saxophoned
I want more than time on loan
It's a thing you can't afford-
starving artists' fate.
Save the date, save the date
Yesterday is much too late
Shoelaces and cigarettes-
it's you they want and you they'll get.

Dreadlocked and saxophoned
Intermittent, golden-toned
I remember that you said
that growing up got to your head
and I remember Thursday night;
it makes me think that it's alright
that I can rest on sagging steps
and I don’t have to hold my breath
and if you ever come upstairs
well, you know I'll be waiting there.