luni, 28 august 2017

Folk people

They know about shoes
Because they know all about roads.
Roads in the rain,
And crossroads in the sun
Where sometimes, at your finest hour,
The devil waits for you with a guitar case.
Where angels always wave
For a lift.

And they sing all about it
‘Cause they are blue people,
They are folk people:
Blue birds with golden heads,
Singing about the things of the heart
In the world of the men without chests.
Singing about home, about all there is to know
Across all these roads to nowhere.