I love the entire album Graceland but this song is a favorite. Walking Blues
When she was young(er), she lived
in New York City, center of the god-
damned universe on most days, but
sometimes too much to bear, the cold
slushy streets, the nighttime sirens so
close, the mood of quiet dismay, of
incipient breakdown.
[Girl, can you make it anywhere?]
People do, you know, so just put on your
threadbare rabbit-skin coat and head out.
Take the subway to some faraway spot
and walk your way through those fears
and insecurities, stride down those
streets, knowing who you want to be
as you blaze a trail with those diamonds
on the soles of your shoes. You belong here.
Not exactly apropo Thanksgiving
https://briarcat.wordpress.com/2020/11/26/miz-q-11-26/
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Enough Carmina Burana and we can find a way!
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Mine isn’t really themed either… but. however loosely I did get all three prompts in.
(39) Damned Family 3p (Jesse’s Memories Sparkle of Norman…)
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Gotta love the Flamingos!
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https://poetrybydebi.wordpress.com/2020/11/26/contemplative/
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“to elementary life itself.” Yes, indeed.
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And same for today: https://qbit.blog/2020/11/26/subjective/
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I love the entire album Graceland but this song is a favorite.
Walking Blues
When she was young(er), she lived
in New York City, center of the god-
damned universe on most days, but
sometimes too much to bear, the cold
slushy streets, the nighttime sirens so
close, the mood of quiet dismay, of
incipient breakdown.
[Girl, can you make it anywhere?]
People do, you know, so just put on your
threadbare rabbit-skin coat and head out.
Take the subway to some faraway spot
and walk your way through those fears
and insecurities, stride down those
streets, knowing who you want to be
as you blaze a trail with those diamonds
on the soles of your shoes. You belong here.
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Excellent. Yes, a true NYC poem. “blaze a trail with those diamonds / on the soles of your shoes. You belong here.” exactly.
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Excellent. Yes, a true NYC poem. “blaze a trail with those diamonds / on the soles of your shoes. You belong here.” exactly.
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