Here's a little something I wrote, reflections of time in Knoxville's Old City.
The rain was pouring And I was wandering
Down around Jackson and Central
And the train that morning
Startled lost men without warning
Thinking about you was coincidental
Stained glass women
Tired from last night’s sinnin;
Appreciated the gloom
A kaleidoscope story
A vining morning glory
Weighted by the rain, still bloom
I don’t take the time anymore
To wander by your front door
It’s just you by the the windowpane
Even though you draw me in
It’s just something about us again
And even birds don’t mind the rain
Cars are lined up at the tracks
Someone’s unloading while someone stacks
It just a little time spent waiting
It hasn’t rained like this in 20 years
But any storm is good to hide my tears
And what good is time but for contemplating?
The thunder doesn’t mind the barbershop
They watch the puddles, count the drops
No one really needed a shave today
And the ladies at the costumier sew
There’s not much time left till the show
Maybe a break at the corner cafe
I don’t take the time anymore
To wander by your front door
It’s just you by the the windowpane
Even though you draw me in
It’s just something about us again
And even birds don’t mind the rain
I watch the sparrows along the alley
Whatever shall be, will be
It’s just something I can’t explain
Traffic is moving, not longer caught
Thinking of you and lost in thought
You know, the birds don’t mind the rain
There’s a little nest in the old brick eaves
I get some coffee, don’t know what to believe
It’s been a long time, all over again
The crows caw along the railroad ties
Searching for treasure under cloudy skies
You know, the birds don’t mind the rain
I don’t take the time anymore
To wander by your front door
It’s just you by the the windowpane
Even though you draw me in
It’s just something about us again
And even birds don’t mind the rain