Connection just another word for

 Connections Poem #1

 

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, faded jeans.

Carded in the best bars in New Orleans.

Chance is just another word for freedom.

I charged into Salinas, Lord, redone

 

On credit.  I gave Tomorrow a pass

As a dud fell on the floor, near my ass.

Bob was flopping ‘round, clapping his armpit.

I kindled my tomorrows in a spit.

 

I miss Yesterday, but today I’m free.

The Plastic Ono Band plays songs for me.

The Prime Suspect is somehow rewarded

In the Rainforest, where I got carded.

 

  I wish I had a river I could skate

  On, like a shot off the shovel of Fate.

-October 18, 2024

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