A Simple Place   (written 7/99)

There’s a place past the rooftop door

An open space in desolation

I sneak up the back stairs every day

Just to gain a little consolidation

My head feels like the clouds above

Mesmerizing thundering whirling thoughts

My spirit guide sometimes speaks through song

Through the dream catcher his thinker is caught

It’s a simple place to rest my woman

It’s an elementary site where I can sit and listen

To the birds sing their songs to me

The wind blows you right off your feet

And it’s always changing its beat

You never know

If the music will be fast or slow

Jam

There’s a place past the rooftop door

That can take me anywhere I want to soar

I can be where I’ve never been on the rooftops of New York

Or knelling into the earth’s core

So rent is high with no sun my room

Past the roof top door I can jump and run and loom

I can be a maiden looking for her sailor

Or I can sit up there all Sunday afternoon

It’s a simple place to rest my woman

It’s an elementary site where I can

Sit and listen to the birds sing their songs to me

The wind blows clear off the sea

Tantalizing breezes changing beats

You can find rhythm anywhere you know

And life seems to move revolving fast then slow