
Down on Geary the dogs are barking
But they’ve forgotten how to bite
And the only light that’s shining
Is the buzzing neon streetlight
And the only hearts that’s seeing
The old rugged cross on the hill
Are awkwardly sleeping
Looking for comfort or a thrill
And me, Im here waiting
For a signal or a sign
Something that will tell me
That it isn’t time
No it isn’t time
Romeo hes holding onto the only thing he knows
A slightly built Lorenzo with a crew cut and pigeon toes
He clicks his cuban heels together
And tries to fly away
But the only path thats leading
Is headed out to Alcatraz in the bay
And me, Im here waiting
For a signal or a sign
Something that might tell me
That he has the time..that he has the time….
I hear the wharf rats sighing
In nursey rhymes they sleep
Pretending to be mouses
With tiny feet they creep
Up to the grandfather clock
High on Russian hill
Who feeds them purple elephants
And assorted pills
But me, Im here waiting
For a signal or a sign
Something that might tell me
That it’s my last time..that it’s my last time…
There is a perfect crossing looking over the valley green
Where the spirit of past days shines
But is never truely seen
Where if you listen carefully
The Band it plays for free
As the breeze blows flowers from your hair
And whispers of a lost queen
But me Im here waiting
For a signal or a sign
Something that might show me
Scenes from a better time
From a better time
The wall it is marked with the ghost of christmas past
Of dreams of sugar plums not nightmare medical masks
I see his painted blue face
laughing up at me
Singing all those who would be sailors
You are all lost at sea
But me I’m here waiting for a signal or a sign
Something that might tell me
Its not the end of times…its not the end of times…
Ah, San Francisco, city of my birth. I once loved you. The ‘old rugged cross’ is now dominated by a communications tower.
Thanks for the pictures…
You are a San Franciscan! Figures…all the best people are….Sending you SF night best wishes. Its eerily quiet out there tonight. Not a crackhead or a car alarm, or a siren. Something is up.
Visit my daughter at *Tupelo* music and food bar on Grant Avenue.
http://tupelosf.com/
Ask for Analiese…
That is so kind! That really isn’t far to walk, either! Ill pop in and say hello to her soon! Thank you!
I haven’t been to that bar before, it looks very cool indeed, and right next to the City Lights Bookstore!
I mourn the passing of Ferlinghetti, whose book of poems “These Are My Rivers” I will revisit…
Ferlinghetti was 102 I believe…a desperately sad loss. The full stop at the end of an era. I saw a lovely volume of his poems in there when I last stopped by City Lights. Has it been long since you were in San Francisco?
https://soundcloud.com/user-661443763/sf-song I just recorded this..thought it might bring a smile!
Long time since…