The Crossroads

I beg your pardon
That’s a conversation
that never happened
Like Dylan
at the crossroads
selling his soul to the devil
A musical bargain ?

When I begged your pardon
was that too a conversation
that never happened ?
I was laying low
from a low blow
on the Costa Brava
with Lalochezia …
the Señorita from Dysania
As she whispered in my ear
“Right back at ya … Señor”

I beg your pardon
I never promised you
any of those things
A new morning
upon angel’s wings
Diamond nights
and golden rings
That’s a conversation
that never happened
Only in the rose garden
of your imagination
blowin’ in the wind

~ david redpath © 2018

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‘On the Road’
~ by david b. redpath © 2018

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