Word on the Street #2
Word on the street, there’s a day on the calendar with your name on it. Written with a magic pen that fell out of a top floor apartment. It landed at your feet, on the sidewalk of life. Words do change minds, and time contracts before it expands again. Like your breathing lungs, or the accordion the player plays on the corner of Reckless Boulevard and Clarity Avenue, musical time shifts your mind. You reach for a calmness within, but you’ve just drank a cup of hyped-up feelings belonging to someone you used to be. As far as any of us can see, words we hear often come from the past – stories we’ve been handed by naysayers and lost souls, wrongheaded rules meant to be broken, misguided ideas should’ve been thrown out with the garbage decades ago. You’ve learned the gift of knowing how to listen and not listen. Walk in this direction, and a night wind blows your hair back from your face like a long-lost dream, jazz records are playing out a second-story window, and a stray cat just brushed against your ankle. Don’t take it for granted when life nudges you to go down a street that’s about to change it all. You’ve been waiting for a string of days to make you feel like the wind is at your back, not feeling any kind of lack. Word on the street, you must be on the side of Lady Luck, way things have been going lately.