thumbing through an old journal tonight
words from half a lifetime away
so much is so different and yet
so much remains the same
alone again waiting for that
one great love
that always seems to
elude me
out of place
out of time
the wrong face
the wrong line
steps re-traced
intertwined
warm embrace
serpentine

some nights it's strange returning
to my cloistered monk-like cell
after evenings onstage
admired by thousands
ummm....hundreds....
ok...perhaps dozens...
but it's not the glamorous life
that most of them would imagine

your humble rock&roll narrator
instigator
agitator
spectator
perpetrator
fornicator (well...i used to be)
curator
educator
procrastinator
navigator...and after years on the road
i rarely get lost
and yet i can't find my way
to my heart...