The Robe (Or a Bizarre Walk Down the Blvd. of Muffled Scre

"It was 2 or 3 years ago As best as I can recall A slight chill in the air Maybe early spring, or maybe late in the fall Queens County Hospital released me on that very fateful day I had spent my time in their psych ward I no longer had to stay On the day that they released me to exit to the street I left with jeans and T-shirt With but slippers on my feet But most striking I can assure you Was the fanciful robe that I wore Bright blue with yellow moons and stars Comets, the sun, and much, much more Like a demented Wizard walking In a Fantasia audition gone quite mad I strolled down Queens Boulevard 42 cents was all I had Six miles to my home I'd never walk afoot Dazed and bewildered All the Chinese pedestrians surely had a hoot On the busiest street for miles around This demented Wizard tread I would'a preferred to be underground So I went and took a taxi With no way to pay the bill But what does one expect From one who's mentally ill... I figured it unlikely for worse to come to me "So what will he do? return me to the boulevard A cab fare thief for all to see?" I made it home that afternoon and found some money too Paid my fare and carried on In my Wizard's Robe of Blue." Another true story in the bizarre life of tom bell