The Lyric (Blue Dreams of the Piano Man)
blue dreams
the light of the sun
tickles my eyes,
I look past a fly
trying to break-in
through my window
a stranger on 52nd street
is singing “The Piano Man”,
people gently
pass him by
as he looks towards
the hovering blue sky
my state-of-mind
travels to a
smoke-filled bar,
memories pour forth,
distorted,
tangled by time
loud laughter
covers the crying,
dreams have dimmed
friends are dying
we have no choice
we keep on drinking
we keep on dreaming
we keep on laughing (2x)
the piano man
plays us a melody
and we all feel
a little less lonely
yes
we all feel
a little less lonely
…
we feel alright
alright alright
…
there’s an old man
sitting next to me,
there, right there,
he says,
can you play me
a memory?
you’re the piano man
piano man,
piano?
where you going
piano man?
tony has cash
hehe
The Poem (Vaping, Billy Joel & My Penis)
vaping
blue dream
21.7% thc
sativa
eyes wander towards
the light of the sun,
I look past a fly
trying to break-in
through my window
a stranger on 52nd street
sings “The Piano Man”,
people gently
pass him by
as he looks towards
the hovering blue sky
my state-of-mind
travels to a
smoke-filled bar,
memories pour forth,
distorted,
tangled by time
loud laughter
covers the crying,
dreams have dimmed
friends are dying
we have no choice
we keep on dreaming
we keep on hoping
we keep on drinking
we keep on working
day to night
hoping
dreaming…drinking
loud laughter
seeks sincerity,
the piano man
plays us a melody
and we all feel
a little less lonely
…
we feel alright
we feel alright
…
returning
from reverie,
hand on penis,
not in a
…sexual way
rather…a
safe
comforting
mainstream
…way
sort of like
…Billy Joel
The Video
Notes
- I came across a poem from a few months ago with the ridiculous title of “Vaping, Billy Joel & My Penis” – which is pretty much what it was about. I re-wrote the piece into the Poem above by cutting off the head and tail. I thought I’d do a straight poetry reading (of this very non-straight poem). It eventually morphed into the Lyric above.
- It starts off as a regular poem, heads towards Depression Ditch – then things get weird and we feel…alright.
Written: September 2019