Port Of Morrow

Through the rain and all the clatter under the Freemont bridge I saw a pigeon fly fly in fear from a raptor come to take its life Does it closed and for the captured I funnel the fear through my ancient eyes See in flight where I know all the bitter mechanics of life Under my hat it breathes the lines are all imagined A fact of life I know to hide from my little girls I know my place amongst the bugs and all the animals And it’s from these ordinary people you were longing to be free In my hotel and on the TV a pitcher on the stage like a buzzard cries out a warning a phony sorrow He’s trying to get a rise Sign of life of an almot Let him look at your hands get the angles right Ace of spades Port of Morrow life is death is life I saw a photograph of Cologne in ’27 and then a postcard after the bombs in ’45 Must have been a world of evil clowns that let it happen But now I recognize dear in these eyes that you were there and so was I Under my hat I know the lines are allimagined A fact of life I must impress my little girls I know my place amongst the creatures in the pageant And there are flowers in the garbage and a skull under your curls