brick

they call me
the breeze
i keep rollin down the road

when jj wrote it
even then it was
a prayer
a dimly visioned dream

i ain’t got me nobody
i don’t carry me no load

a happy biker fantasy
about a world that
ain’t the way
that this one is

some days
they
call me the brick
don’t go
nowhere at all

got people counting on me
carry me the heaviest
of heavy loads

makes jj’s prayer
and that breeze he’s ridin now
a sweeter thing
to think about

***

for jj cale
poet of the dunbar anthem — after midnight

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