Nathan La Franeer - Joni Mitchell

    I hired a coach to take me from confusion to the plane
    And though we shared a common space I know I'll never meet again
    The driver with his eyebrows furrowed in the rear-view mirror
    I read his name and it was plainly written Nathan La Franeer
    I asked him would he hurry
    But we crawled the canyons slowly
    Thru the buyers and the sellers
    Thru the burglar bells and the wishing wells
    With gangs and girly shows
    The ghostly garden grows

    The cars and buses bustled thru the bedlam of the day
    I looked thru window-glass at streets and Nathan grumbled at the grey
    I saw an aging cripple selling Superman balloons
    The city grated thru chrome-plate
    The clock struck slowly half-past-noon
    Thru the tunnel tiled and turning
    Into daylight once again I am escaping
    Once again goodbye
    To symphonies and dirty trees
    With parks and plastic clothes
    The ghostly garden grows

    He asked me for a dollar more
    He cursed me to my face
    He hated everyone who paid to ride
    And share his common space
    I picked my bags up from the curb
    And stumbled to the door
    Another man reached out his hand
    Another hand reached out for more
    And I filled it full of silver
    And I left the fingers counting
    And the sky goes on forever
    Without meter maids and peace parades

    You feed it all your woes
    The ghostly garden grows

    Marco Giunco
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