Little hours city street
A sad singular robin sings
A melody so melancholy
It sounds almost philosophical.
It seems to ask
when are you coming back?
Every night after work
She serenades me from a nest
In the roofless warehouse
With a leaning smoke stack
When are you coming back?
Could be a he
I suppose
Or it Could just be me
Who knows
When are you coming back?
That’s right, I misspelled “philosophical” in the video!
YES!!
High-fives all around!
A friend of mine posted some videos from his trip to Italy and I heard a kind of music in the shutting of a gondola door in one of the videos.
This song is built on the rhythm of that closing door, taken from the video.
This morning, I came across this poem I’d written last November about a bird while this music was looping in the background, and it seemed perfect for the newsletter.
Still can’t believe I misspelled philosophical in the video.
I remain your humble servant,