Patti’s Words

A Chelsea morning is hard to see

Through yellow curtains light shines on me

I took the blues down to the 23rd

To follow Patti's soothing word

Then silence broke somebody screamed

They're murdering my dreams

In a David Lynch movie scene

The ones in room 425

A mess left from last night

I guess they kept free love alive

They're still running after money

And they're still hungry for more flesh

The limousines still cooling in the street

That heart is throbbing still but it's skipping beats

The man who stood at the front door

Told me something about a tour

As if I wanted to see more

He told me, child come step inside

I ain't no child and need no guide

Hey, thanks sir, I replied

I slid my dreams in

Between Patti's words

A scribbled note to self

For what a song is worth

When the wind began to fly

I sighed a shy goodbye

And walked into the night

Then these words rang in my ears

We are still here

After all these years