Tipping My Hat to Laonard by David Williams published on 2017-05-29T18:13:18Z TIPPING MY HAT TO LEONARD © David Williams 2017 mailto:trapdoormediainformation@gmail.com Tip my hat to you, as the waves roll out Angles of mercy we never talked about, Rags of sailors washed up in the sand Horseshoe crabs on the trail of Suzanne Love was crazy, cruel, and kind, Gods just don’t pay singers any mind, How do we know, how do we choose To be a Tin Pan Alley crooner or king of the Jews? Heard a banjo playing in pink sea shell, Not a single harp down here in hell, Where good dead poets all seem to abide, A thousand kisses deep, a million light years wide. If you’re bird, better cling to the wire but all little birds, they want to fly higher, to sing Hallelujah to the angel band, But all those lyrics angels can’t understand. Let’s do a soft shoe dance. Let’s have one more smoke, tell a few Zen koans, laugh the cosmic joke, the one, that it seems we’re always starring in, where even the wise fool can never win. Genre Folk & Singer-Songwriter