blue song, rev 2

pittsburgh 1969

we walked a few miles before
the summer night cloud burst
soaked us through

somehow we knew
k and g would never
hold together

him back from nam
never settled inside
demons would win

and when the incline
finally made it
to mount washington

we kissed the skyline
in all the haze
a thousand lights nothing but melting candles

and swore to meet
in ten or fifty years
what's real lives on

there comes a beat
only the drum
knows

hands forget
what the heart
remembers

and at dawn
no change
joy-tears find rainbows eventually

the incline makes another round
lights dim
we gather the morning

epilogue:

this fell somewhere between

woodstock and the death of jack kerouac

the rain still washes the body of everything

except the original sins...we live with them

like they were cousins in a long line of ancestry

     the rivers still cry out in the downstream

someone might say

how can there be any tears left

--- e b bortz