Looking out over the Carquinez Strait At the only highrise building in Downtown Martinez In-between that highrise and Port Costa and Crockett There's a long stretch of glorious mountains Untouched by cement, untouched by man The land is green, the land is brown The view is sanguine, though the world's been so down It's the beautiful California I've been dreaming about since I was a child
The trees are bunched together like broccoli stalks Above them, dry patches, look like bright camel humps The patches are dead weeds from the late-spring heat That's what the mountains look like today
And boats are sailing out along the white waves and the silver water Fishing boats and sailboats and all kinds of barges My favorite barge is enormous, the cover are white and navy The name of the barge is Morning Cherry Hovering the water are seagulls, and inland, there's the vultures The sky is blue, the air is mild The cats are in by night, the coyotes run wild This is the beautiful California I dreamed of as a child
Pacific, the hills, the lemon orange trees Lately I'm feeling reticent, quiet, meditative and melancholy Lately I'm feeling taciturn and uncommunicative I've been spending time in bed laying still and listening to the wind Listening to the train, the smell of the eucalyptus trees Coming through my open windows and from my balcony When I go walking I feel so frowzy Oh my middle-aged, I feel it kicking in strongly I feel aches in by bones and my posture has been lousy By mid-afternoon, I'm always drowsy
So I'll walk to the water and take my time walking back I asked a fisherman on the peer, "Hey, what are you catching?" They say, "Stripers and halibut." I say, "How do you have your poles rigged?" He said, "30-pound test, and for bait we're using sardines."
Well one guy's got a band called Box Blaster And he plays, "Hey there lonely girl, lonely girl..." over and over Everywhere I go, every drugstore, every gas station They're playing somebody's version of, "Hey there lonely girl, lonely girl..." By Eddie Holman, Donnie Osmond, Shaun Cassidy I guess the radio's playing what they feel are universal songs in the world For the many women who've got cabin fever
And as for you, I'll always feel love and fervor And it never leaves, it'll be there forever Even when you're sleeping across the bed and you leave me here To read and write and meditate, I miss you so deeply my dear Went crazy, I wish you were sleeping here beside me Right now, today, but I guess it's good to have our time away
Now and then I hear that train whistle blowing From across the water or nearby, I hear a lawn getting mowed Lately I've been reading John Fante's West of Rome When you got down time, you gotta keep your spirit and mind uplifted and intact When you got down time, you gotta do what you can do to laugh John Fante's West of Rome, it makes me laugh
He's got a dog named Stupid who tries to hump everything he sees He's got a wife that wants to leave him because John loves his dog, Stupid, more than he loves any other thing And every time I turn on the news, everything looks so hopeless and bleak Black guys found hung in trees, it's not the Jim Crow days anymore, we're talking about 2020
Black guy in Minnesota choked to death, another one shot in Georgia in the back Watching TV all day is more toxic than smoking crack But if I watched the news all day, I'm gonna have a panic attack They're looping scenes over and over and over and over, if I keep watching it makes me feel wack
I care a lot, but I'm too old to be out messing around with protesting Yeah, I'm 53, I've got nothing to prove, I've had blacks' backs since I was a kid walking the streets of Downtown Massillon I walked the tenderloin streets of San Francisco, I walked the streets of New Orleans And when we walked together, I've always felt nothing but love and harmony
I've got to enjoy the little things in life, like the way my cat scratches up my favorite chair, and laugh I've got to look at sunflowers and the orange and apple and lemon trees and enjoy my salt baths I've got to enjoy the California sun and the Bay Area breeze, you know? And gaze at the water that flows between the mouth of Crockett and Vallejo Wait for my favorite barge to dock, the big one, colored white and navy The one that made my [?], Morning CherryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
