What a formidable time warp
I am 1926 all over again
Sprawled out along the dandelion fields
And red coppery tracks to the wrecking yard
You say these knees grow weak
I am a harbour begging boats beneath you
A trembling bridge
You say these knees grow weak
For a change you sail the sea

What if it really was the coast with the most?
Will these cigarette ashes leave a trail to a side-walk’s end?
To a lock of grey hair?
Will it lead me there?

You are my 1952
My Harley or Cadillac days
You ride with the wind
You are a water pump in the back well
You rust to my hands

Days when I thought I gave too much
Now pounce on a penny for what it’s worth
Augustine, florentine
Order it from the menu when the bell man takes your coat
What a fine coat it is
You go at the break of dawn
And when you go you break everyone’s little splendid heart

And you’re remembered