Who can roll forward
With out any of this melancholy blue
When even simple songs & melodies remind us of friends no longer living
Or friends no longer caring that we care
In the crisp nascent November air
It might be Jerry Garcia
Or just a soundalike singer
On a radiator xylophone
Stirring sounds of memories
& a yearning for familiar faces
In a sea of alienation w/
No direction home
As I slip on down the highway
And in and out of you
Nirvana seems so easy
So transparent & so cool
I still can't help but feel I'm less the wiseman, more the fool.
Joerossi from the blackberry 11/13/2006
