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.
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