The story started that day in the park
She had a guitar in hand.
It was her first time busking
Who she was, he was clearly in the dark.
Strange to hear Dylan from one so young
He won’t think twice it’s alright
But that long red hair, reminded him
Yes her name was on the tip of his tongue.
He’s stood before artists in the past
But this time he twitched
His skin didn’t fit right
Normally a just buck before he passed.
This time he wanted to leave his soul
He wanted to apologize
He wished she was her
And he could tell that he lost control.
Hidden high schools wounds reopened
A twenty in a hat closed it
A surprised musician looked up
Having no ideas what just happened.
Hey thanks, my name is Lauren she yelled
He kept walking head down
Suddenly screeching brakes
But his life kept him self-propelled.
Well she wish she knew his name,
This busking is brisk
And who knows who
Smiling, she winked and played “Shame”
Dave Schipper (c) 2008 Rose Riversongs