OK y'all asked for it this one is from 1968 I was just back from Viet Nam and on my hitchhiking tour of America. I must warn you that my thought were sometime chemically enhanced during this period of my journey. Standing in the desert praying for rain, or down by the boxcars waiting for a train, everyone saying what they would do if they were me, and some of them just doubt my sanity. Young girl on the doorstep, baby at her breast, she knows he will be special different from the rest, The cop down on the corner wakes his partner in the car, and the liquor flows like Arab oil down at the corner bar. In this concrete jungle the young man plies his trade, he can find you anything if there is money to be made, the poet just sits there trying to write it down in rhyme, and it seems like lately its been an uphill climb.
If Richard is older than dirt and Jan taught Christ to be a carpenter, what the heck does that make me? 6/13/40 dr