Tag Archives: Music

I’SE THE B’Y
(with thanks to Great Big Sea)

Where poems come from who can say
but I’se the b’y who writes them down
and I’ll take the love and blame for pay

LITTLE BROWN JUG

My father had three sons

and taught them all
how to tie a grain sack, how to cut a calf
how to talk to a horse you walked up behind
so you wouldn’t get kicked or killed

Good things to know
but none of us are working cattle now

He played a mean harmonica
would that he would have taught us that

LEONARD COHEN AT EIGHTY

There is a crack in everything
that’s how the light gets in
Anthem

Growing old does not dim
the magic that you hold
for you were always old

That women want
to sleep with their fathers
Freud would not consider odd
(though nuns may call it God)

but no matter how many cracks
you or the light might see
growing old is still
not all it’s cracked up to be

so you’ve fought
depression all your life
and perhaps you always will

but for mere boys who must compete
it’s more depressing still

ON THAT NOTE

Classical music fills the car
as we home from the airport in traffic

Our host is from Bulgaria
he plays the trombone, his wife the violin
sometimes they tour, sometimes he drives cab
He loves Austin, he loves his wife

Ahead and around
drivers speed and weave

I wonder what they’re listening to

REMEMBERING VALDY

Play me a rock and roll song
or don’t play me no song at all

I might not remember your name
but I know you’re a friend all the same
when you put the needle down
on that record by the bed

Everything that still moves moves
and memories come flooding back

Girls and cars and beer
as every year becomes that year

Thank you dear

Zen Cowboy Poet & Freelance Philosopher