Guitar Case Buddha

Guitar case Buddha Out back is a room with a tin roof & there somewhere among The old paint cans & broken furniture Is a guitar case & in the flap where you Stash picks & spare strings Is a small wooden Buddha At least I think he´s still there 20 yrs ago mooching around Chinatown San Francisco I bought him for a buck From a street stall Put him inside my jacket & went for lunch Upstairs in a place With flying duck wallpaper & dirty windows We ate won ton soup Waited until the rain eased off & part of me is sad I will never see San Francisco Again & eat won ton soup In Chinatown & part of me thinks I might go free that Little Buddha & put him up on the Mantelpiece & toast him with my first Glass of evening wine Salut my friend Your exile is over