some call me gone, some call me here
Some call me gone / Some call me here / None’re wrong / None’re near / I am right now / I am back then / I will return / Don’t ask me when (Joe Pug)
Juli 22, 2015
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Juni 24, 2015
I could be where you are near & just forget where I am lost
If just that weather-beatin‘ plane was here / Haven’t seen it since I came / Can only wonder if it’s near or in the skies / When this damn city sounds the same / And sometimes I’m just a tangle in this trampled wheat / Shirk a-like a losing dog / If just tonight that […]
Juni 21, 2015
moan like the autumn wind high in the lonesome tree-tops
Drum on your drums, batter on your banjoes / Sob on the long cool winding saxophones / Go to it, O jazzmen (Rolf Kühn Unit, poem by Carl Sandburg)