Dr. Ford

Dr. Ford, what’s goin’ on?
The ship is about to leave the ground
You told a story when you were young
Made you feel all alone
Some think you are insane
Dr. Ford, the ship is about to leave
Please board, it’s time to go
Someone is mocking your memory
The sky is about to fall
The sun and moon are moving slow
Dr. Ford, you need to go
Dr. Ford, the world is mean
You need to go to keep your dreams
The moon and sun are moving slow
Dr. Ford, it’s time to go
You did your duty as you saw fit
Please board Dr. Ford
It’s time to go

Something happened to Dr. Ford

Something happened to Dr. Ford
Not sure what
A few details here and there
No one but her saw the event
Except for the 2 other guys who were there
She claims she was sexually molested as a teenager but can’t
remember when or where
She remembers the guys who did it but not more than that
Except for their laughter at her expense
Something happened to Dr. Ford
She remembers the guys who did it but not more than that
Except for their laughter at her expense
Don’t believe a word he’s saying
Don’t believe all the lies
A comb-over of a bald spot he’s trying to hide
Something happened to Dr. Ford
Not sure what
Oh! Poor Dr. Ford
Sorry, your allegations have proven not to be true
The guy you claim did it can’t be him
Even though he was an excessive drunk during the time you
claim he sexually molested you
That he denied under oath, a guy who had a few too many
beers now and then
“I like beer”, he said
Oh! Poor Dr. Ford, come back again when you have more proof
of what he did

The Big Guy

I worked for a company
The managing partner’s secretary referred to her boss as the “Big Guy”
Kinda’ struck me as strange
I’ve known Big Guys
Big Guys live in the past, not the future
Don’t kowtow to a person
Bow to a King
Be a yes man in another man’s dream
Part of me wants the other part to knell
Authoritarian, another word for dictator
Happens in the blink of an eye
One day you’re free, next day you die
I’ve known Big Guys
Big Guys live in the past, not the future
It’s ok to be wrong

CAME BACK FROM ROME

Walking the river
Maidens and their dogs
Water taxis going up and down
The homeless too occupying benches to keep their cool
Jasmine trees in full bloom
Don’t kowtow to a person
Bow to a King
Be a yes man in another man’s dream
Authoritarian, another word for Dictator
Happens in the blink of an eye
One day you’re free, next day you die
I can’t tell you the truth
I wear a red hat just like Trump
My grandfather came here with ten dollars in his pocket
The American Dream turned inside out
You can’t prove God doesn’t exist
“Tear down this wall,” or build one to keep people out
Walking the river
Maidens and their dogs
Water taxis going up and down
The homeless too occupying benches to keep their cool
Jasmine trees in full bloom
Came back from Rome
From where all things come

 

Variations on a theme

Awoke at a farmhouse in Scandicci
High on a hill
Olive trees and Sangiovese grapes
Espresso in the morning
Chianti at night
Take a tram to the city
“The David” eyeing his opponent ready to strike
Donatello’s tomb in the basement of The Basilica of San Lorenzo
Brunelleschi death mask scary to see
Long lines at the Duomo
A view from across the street
Hop a train to Rome
Bernini’s “The Ecstasy of Saint Theresa” at ‘Santa Maria della Vittoria’
The church of Trinita’ del’ la’ Monte at the top of the “Spanish Steps”
The Bald Head Prophet, “Lo Zuccone” coming out of his skin trying to speak
A cat sanctuary at the Largo di Torre Argentina
City trying to close it down for years
Don’t believe a word he saying
Don’t believe all the lies
A comb over of a bald spot he’s trying to hide
Came back from Rome from where all things come
Walking the river
Maidens and their dogs
Homeless too occupying benches to keep their cool
Water taxi taking tourist for rides
My grandfather came here with ten dollars in his pocket
The American Dream turned inside out
You can’t prove God doesn’t exist
Woke up at a farmhouse in Scandicci
Olive trees, Sangiovese grapes
Espresso in the morning
Chianti at night
Walking the river
Maidens and their dogs
The homeless too occupying benches to keep their cool
Don’t kowtow to a person
Bow to a king
Be a yes man in another man’s dream
Authoritarian, another word for Dictator
Happens in the blink of an eye
One day you’re free, one day you die
Came back from Rome feelin’ kinda’ empty
Like I left something behind

Came back from Rome Redo

Came back from Rome
Fellin’ kinda’ empty
Walking the river
Maidens and their dogs
Water taxis taking tourist for rides
The homeless too occupying benches to keep their cool
Don’t kowtow to a person
Bow to a King
Be a yes man in another man’s dream
Part of me wants the other part to knell
Authoritarian another word for Dictator
Happens in the blink of an eye
One day you’re free, next day you die
My grandfather came here with ten dollars in his pocket
The American Dream turned inside out
I can’t tell you the truth
I wear a red hat just like Trump
Walking the river
Maidens and their dogs
Water taxis taking tourist for rides
The homeless too occupying benches to keep their cool
“Tear down this wall,” or build one to keep people out
You can’t prove God doesn’t exist
Don’t kowtow to a person
Bow to a King
Be a yes man in another man’s dream
Authoritarian, another name for dictator
Happens in the blink of an eye
One day you’re free, next day you die
Came back from Rome fellin’ kinda’ empty
Like I left something behind

Came back from Rome

Don’t kowtow to a person
Bow to a king
Be a yes man in another man’s dream
Part of me wants the other part to knell
Authoritarian another word for Dictator
Happens in the blink of an eye
One day you’re free, next day you die
Don’t ask me to tell you the truth
I wear a red hat just like Trump
My grandfather came here with ten dollars in his pocket
The American dream turned inside out
Walking the river
Maidens and their dogs
Homeless too occupying benches to keep their cool
My jasmine tree ready to bloom
Came back from Rome feelin’ kinda’ empty
Like I left something behind
“Tear down this wall” or build one to keep people out
Water taxis’ taking tourist for rides
Maidens walking their dogs
I wear a red hat just like Trump
You can’t prove God doesn’t exit
Don’t kowtow to a person
Bow to a King
Be a yes man in another man’s dream
Part of me wants the other part to knell
Authoritarian another word for dictator
Happens in the blink of an eye
One day you’re free, next day you die
Came back from Rome
Feelin’ kinda’ empty like I left something behind

Ancient Footprints redo

“The ecstasy of Saint Theresa”
The wooden statue of Mary Magdalene in pain
Donatello buried beside his friend Cosimo the elder-a noble gesture
Rocked hard at night
Drank my Chianti from a farmhouse on a hill in Scandicci
Puccini and Mick Jagger
Espresso to start my day
Wine and olive groves scattered among the hills
Hop a train to Rome
From where all things come
The Cat Sanctuary at the Largo di Torre Argentina
The city trying to close it for years
Walking the streets, feeling the vibe like I’ve been there before in some other life
Meet a dude dressed as a Gladiator “For 20 euro’s, I’ll pretend to stick this sword up your groin”
Julius Caesar killed at the Curia Pompeiana, the temporary home of the Roman Senate
Wine and olive groves scattered among the hills
Drinking my Chianti
Still feeling empty
Visit the tomb of St. Francis of Assisi
Nuns and Pilgrims in pews praying to the beloved saint
Bald head prophet “Lo Zuccone” coming out of his skin trying to speak
The Copula only Brunelleschi can do
In Miami
Tan line bikinis
Torn and tattered bras
So I enter the Academia check my umbrella
Turn to my right
Look down a long corridor
See “The David” from afar better than seeing it up close
Walking the streets of Scandicci high on a hill
Espresso in the morning
Chianti at night
Wine and olive groves to my left and my right
Buffed tan maidens
Torn and tattered bras
Turn the corner, Ristorante da Pancrazio look inside, “You know where Pompeii’s Theatre is?” “Downstairs,” the waiter said
Don’t believe a word he saying
Don’t believe all the lies
A comb over of a bald spot he’s trying to hide
View of the “Ruins of the Forum” from the terrace of the Musei Capitolini
“You’re going the wrong way, that’s the same obelisk we saw before.” Keep going all the way to the top, The Obelisk Sallustino in front of the church of Trinita dei Monti. “Are these ‘The Spanish Steps’”? “You’re walking on them”, a perfect stranger said
Brunelleschi death mask scary to see
Workers with hoses scrubbing horses’ heads on Trevi Fountain
“Take us to the Santa Maria della Vittoria”
“You must be an intellectual.”
“No! Just a guy from Miami, we want to see “The Ecstasy of Saint Theresa.”
“She’s having a spiritual organism,” the cab driver said
Awoke at a farmhouse in Scandicci
Olive trees, Sangiovese grapes
Espresso in the morning
Chianti at night
Long lines at the Duomo
Check out the view from the Piazza across the street
Ancient footprints walking in my shoes

“Ancient Footprints”

Awoke at a farmhouse in Scandicci high on a hill
Olive trees and Sangiovese grapes
espresso in the morning
Chianti at night
Take a tram to the city
“The David,” eyeing his opponent, ready to strike
The Bald Head Prophet, “Lo Zuccone” coming out of his skin trying to speak
Brunelleschi death mask scary to see
Donatello buried in the basement of The Basilica of San Lorenzo
Hop a train to Rome
Walking the streets, feeling the vibe
A Roman dressed as a Gladiator wants 20 euros for a photo of me and him
Cat sanctuary at the Largo di Torre Argentina
City trying to close it down for years
The Cupia Pompeia, the temporary home of the Roman Senate where Caesar was killed
Turn the corner, Ristorante da Pancrazio look inside, “You know where Pompeii’s Theatre is?” “Downstairs,” the waiter said
Don’t believe a word he saying
Don’t believe all the lies
A comb over of a bald spot he’s trying to hide
Workers with hoses scrubbing horses’ heads on The Trevi Fountain
Bernini’s “The Ecstasy of Saint Theresa” at ‘Santa Maria della Vittoria’
The church of Trinita’ del’ la’ Monte at the top of the “Spanish Steps”
A view of the “Ruins of the Forum” from the terrace of the Musei Capitolini
Awoke at a farmhouse in Scandicci
Olive trees, Sangiovese grapes
espresso in the morning
Chianti at night
Long lines at the Duomo
Check out the view from the Piazza across the street
Ancient footprints walking in my shoes