Saint Augustine Blues (Chorus Six)
Dollars in the bucket
collect for the street singer.
Old man with beads paints a chinaberry
points out the parrots.
Blonde after blonde after blonde
after the parade.
People start looking really strange again.
I must seem likewise to them
as this dusty smell surrounds me.
I'd draw these people with words
but I'm not fast enough.
They pass and fade
part of the parade.
On this really old wall,
good view from up here.
Forever is a long time
but not as long as yesterday.
-Will Dockery
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