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