Got To Go
I stand here and implore you to believe me
No, I am not Jack White
Although you say I’m a liar
This shaking all over, is over
I’m going home to track my youth
Leaving your accent behind, put on my I.D
And look literal life in the eyes,
I need to get away, my Rock ‘n’ Roll has died,
MTV is full of four-letter words
And love is not one of them,
I’m taking the next train back to nostalgia
Then an airplane across boisterous seas,
Satisfied to live with memories
Along the highway of vinyl,
Where old labels are still shining
Unlike me, long after their demise.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
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