some old man is hacking his lungs out
as he rolls a cigarette
birds are all atwitter in the sun
the dogs enjoy the doorways
the shade of empty shops
laundry in the alleys
smells of cooking have begun
sound of a telephone carries through
all the cobbled streets
big sheep abluster in the wind
the children watch a priest
conduct his make-believe
father, son and holy ghost
i pray my soul to keep
empty white sky, almond blossoms
sausages, newspaper and beer
empty blue sea, sails against the olive trees
half-drunken drawing of the pier
i stood in one place for so many hours
that my shadow crept from out beneath my feet
where the walls meet, momentarily
credits
from Travelogue,
track released June 10, 2003
bass: mattress giant
guitar: devin hill
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