Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Like a Refugee.
dedicato. My Brothers and Sisters, holding the Fort, in the U.S.A.
LIKE A REFUGEE, 25 years ...technically ILLEGAL...in da USA, I have this Experience. PLAYED GUITAR-sang Orig Songs, Concerts, TV Shows! YUP!, My Dolce Vita! COVID-19, nuttin NEW to me. Like a Refugee.
Like a Refugee, U take, make your ABLUTIONS in Desert Lands. Sometimes, a Sea of Inter-state Wharehouses off an INTERSTATE OFF-RAMPS, the Highways Toilets, nuttin new. Like a Refugee. A Desert either way. Occasionally disinfected.
They GIVE U a V8, jelly-Peanut Sandwich. Maybe an Orange-in California. Charity-welcome! Dont ask where U SLEEP, on the Beach, the Woods, a Malibu Mansion Porch ...whilst lookin for a JOB!
Nobody SINGS, Buddy Can U Spare a Dime... because like in Hollywood, there-s too many Chiefs and not enough Indians. Same goes for the Populace, EVERYBODY gotta SONG!!!
And LUCKY JIM-Me, with a Guitar before STRIP-MALL COPS chase U off and MORE! U play HERE-U get busted!!! Yet PIZZA HUT always gave away excess food they couldnt sell. Chinese Won-Ton, always a treat. MEE-HOW!!!...Salute!
Like a Refugee, SONGS evaporate in this WAIT n SEE what the COVID-19....Boogaloo, SEZ YOU!!....For whom the bell tolls, if not for thee....A Refugee. And that Promised Land we thought it would be. The Humanity in your Soul.
c.2020, davedelacroix.
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