A NEW PUBLICATION:

MODERN WORKS 2020

by edenbray

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SAN FRAN .. .

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So many pieces of the puzzle, there is no need to hide

      but they were lost, caught in nets on Pier 39

Like an unfaithful son on the day of his bride

      the colours of this city run and they rhyme

Pollock might say its a bit of a daub

      until each piece he numbered

Pasted my memories in a red, paper book

      there, all bands should have names like Doctor Hook,

      Flying Burrito Brothers, Jefferson Airplane

Hate was spelt Haight in that part of town

      and the clever kids all wore a Berkeley frown

      Nathalia my friend she dressed in a sexy gown

We walked for miles up and down and there

      across the green in pastel colours

      that row of little houses, little boxes

A little Malvina Milder/Reynolds maybe loved

      when she was a small Jewish daughter

      wandered into the famous Chinese quarter

Union Square and Macy’s, the photo’s are coming fast

We take a trip out to the Bridge

      don’t drive too fast or blink, in this mist

      even International Red will blur

      and that massive Bay is slipping past

No time for Vertigo or to take a Bullitt for the team

      in hippie land, now a spiring concrete forest,

      or among those massive Redwoods

      on the other side, its still the best place you can dream

If little cable cars don’t quite drive you to the stars

      if you’re tired hop on, the corporation

      will not charge you until you sing Your Song

The corporation will not warn you of the people down below

      the street of shame where each dog born had a different name

      yet now in cardboard, rags and jumble they sound the plain same

Step out on the street over homes and yet your room was cute

      high-ceilinged estate, ornamental cornice,

      bed linen tasteful, great, without a crease,

Air conditioned, sound-proofed, high windows barred

      you could be living now on Mars

      except you’re worried as you walk the line

Those inhabitants of boxes down the lane

      those aliens of shame

      will get in your face again

      let the booze loose

      exhalate their pain

So we sat one night in John’s Grill to consider where we’d been

      what we had seen, with 2 free glasses of water

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                                                                                         edenbraytoday17.11.2020

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