BOOGIE STREET

A sip of wine, a cigarette,

and then it's time to go

I tidied up the kitchenette.

I tuned the old banjo.

I'm wanted at the traffic-jam.

They're saving me a seat.

I'm what I am, and what I am,

is back on Boogie Street.

 

And O my love, I still recall

the pleasures that we knew;

the rivers and the waterfall

wherein I bathed with you.

Bewildered by your beauty there

I'd kneel to dry your feet.

By such instructions you prepare

a man for Boogie Street.

 

So come, my friends, be not afraid.

We are so lightly here.

It is in love that we are made;

in love we disappear.

Tho' all the maps of blood and flesh

are posted on the door,

there's no one who has told us yet

what Boogie Street is for.

 

O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,

I never thought we'd meet.

You kiss my lips, and then it's done:

I'm back on Boogie Street.