Looking

When I was seven I met Bobby Lavin who said to me,
“Emmy is this all a dream”?
Many years went by and I had to know why
I had to find out
What did he mean?

Looking for the answer I went to a dancer
A lithe leggy lady with little to say
She leapt and she floated, she held air and rode it
And when she descended said,
“This is my way”

I went on seeking from Rumford to Nanking
Learning a little and liking a lot
One called it duty, one cold cash, one beauty
One said, its stew
And we’re all in the pot

In the East Indies I met with some Hindis
Who smiled a sly smile for all of their day
One called all illusion and said, “Its delusion
seeing this life’s conclusion
as the end of this play”.

I’d make me a name in this wild crazy game
If I had a last line like the end of a poem
Until I get to heaven or meet Bobby Lavin
I’ll be on the way
Until I get home