(by way of explainantion - met a lady not too long ago from California. She came to Texas to take a break, came to Corpus Christi by mistake. guess you could say we've become an item. anyway, this poems about her)
just at twilight
uinder the moonlight
in the darkest night
on a cool day
when the sky was gray
with all my wordplay
when i had nuthin' ta' say
my life went by anyway
all that time
with a lonesome rhyme
i was a lonely mime
without much meanin'
despite all my schemin'
no matter which way i was leanin'
i was just California Dreamin'
and now here you are
a single star
just at twilight
under the moonlight
in the darkest night
no more leanin'
no more schemin'
my life has meanin'
California Dreamin'
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
Love Tinka