Life's on a roll
meeting people on a daily basis
tagging along going places
I wouldn't even know about
if it wasn't for talking to musicians
saying yes to invitations
hitchhiking all over the island
to find the garden of eden
My absolute dream house
where records are playing
cooking on my woollen socks
sending flavours of spiced chicken
across the living room
Red wine and Isaac Hayes
bring me to a hazy place
of closed eyes
pillows on the couch
falling asleep has never been
sweeter than to Louis Armstrongs voice
I walk the streets of New Orleans
in the 1920ies
wearing a top hat and
heels that go clack clack
he lights me a smoke
I don't tell anyone
my life's the road
I ain't never going home
cause I'm on a roll
I speak to strangers
talk and drink
until all lipstick's gone
You lay my cards
for a giggle you say
there's love in the air tonight
don't know about you but
I'm staying up till the light
of day warms my face
reminds me there's
nowhere to be
no place to go
cause life's the road
and I ain't never going home
This is the last poem of my first book Visions of Paradise. It's summer! Time for a sale, baby! Get your copy for €9,75 right here and infuse your daydreams with some sweet poetry.
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