| Ramblin' around in my old hometown
Ramblin' around in my old hometown
Honey, will you be around?
Momma's cookin' up a turkey so fine
She even brought out the china and the wine
Honey, you got to come around.
[interlude 1]
Papa's in his room with the radio on
A western novel and a rock n' roll
Honey, will you save my soul?
Spinal surgery and paralyzed legs
Broken shoulders and paralyzed legs
Honey, you know my papa always felt the pain
[interlude 2]
Back in the city where I bicycle around
Far away from my first hometown
Honey, I got some money so let's get down
Back in the city burns blood in my face
The city's a scar burnin' blood in my face
Honey, take history and erase.
[interlude 1]
Saw a crazy man on the subway today
Put a fist through the window - cops took him away
Honey, now to that what do you say?
So this man had no where to go
He said, "Who need family when ya got the po-po?"
Honey, it happens everywhere ya go.
[interlude 3]
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So i was teaching the 3rd graders about the cello today, and she was like "can you do yo mama?"
apparently she was referring to yo yo ma.
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There is nothing like a new fall day to wring poetry out of my soul again.
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Everyone at my school has been wrestling with what name to call me, and as a teacher I now have a "Mister" before my name --- I have found that many various things can follow that "Mister,"
Not the least of which --- I overheard the principal telling some 7th graders that a 3rd grader in one of their school journals had actually written this of me --- is "Growtallski," apparently on account of my height.
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Some teachers nag, some teachers do a monotone, some teachers reason, some teachers love the system, and some teachers are emotionally exhausted by the system.
And some teachers get their mean face on.
[Thanks, Mom!]
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