All The Chrome – 1/20/03

Took my hand on Wilshire boulevard
studies my wrinkles,
And says I need a new watch band
He’ll buy it for me when he’s all grown up
For now, just watching streams of fancy cars
Jerking in whatever direction he calls out
Thrills of sudden lefts and rights in no particular order,
One day supplanted by gaping at babes.
Baldy, they don’t repair your amps on Rodeo Drive
Just hang on to my last tubes, glowing orange and sputtering shut
He sees shiny colognes, red jets, and plastic girls
Click, click, click, digital precision, cut and paste
I’m fading with inaccuracies
Call out for analog stuff and he just gave me a funny look as he got taller,
Draping over me
He wondered what I am going to take with me
Oh, I’m taking it all, buried somewhere deep inside,
Though may come a time he’s remembered everything I’ve forgotten,
That he’s taking care of me now
All my watch bands corroded with the time that’s whipped past,
Like streams of cars on Wilshire boulevard when I hugged him for the last time in this time

Hope you dig...Gene told me you liked the last one, and thanks for the feedback. 

Lloyd Benjamin