Van Goghs Blues

VAN GOGH’S BLUES We wake up on the same day a hundred years later. It's a very long first date. The kind you hate to miss. Now I'm up against the chocolate bars playing symphony fantastique in my lines going nowhere walking the dirt walk towards Van Gogh making my way back to that concrete road where I crossed to the candy store with the dollar in my hand running from speeding Limousines heading for their movie deals into Kerouac's life screaming for more details and wondering about Cassady not wanting to go on without his funny arrested stolen drunkeness They say we can work with you say that's fantastic, we'll take it.