Tow Me Away

I see “Private Property” posted on a tree and I want to sing, “Sign, sign, everywhere a sign.” And, sometimes, I do.

But today, I parked in front of the leafy sentry and fell asleep.

I was tired.

I woke up early today and spent most of the morning talking to friends.

Nothing done….

Except a bit of writing…

An itty bitty bit.

That’s how it comes to me most of the time…

about the size of a virus spore…

I wear a mask to keep it in till it gets to my brain and wants to find a way out through my mouth or my writing hand.

I guess I’m gonna make like Little Stevie Wonder and perform a live version of “Fingertips”…

Before the cops show up to cite me for trespass and…

About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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