Greatest Hits

GREATEST HITS I’m blowin’ notes streetside in a horn section Blown garbage and coppered boots all gone tangling. You’re Bixby’s Bridge above Kerouac’s canyon. Way above the ruts in your trending fashion You’ve been playin’ me your greatest hits. But I need from you something ordinary (Like) Falling vacant down a slip What capture’s me is the fragmentary - humanity You’re all coiff n pressed jeans uber-reaching Gripping on to a scene and about it beseeching You’re jetting over Miller’s Big Sur resident shack History is nothing but a scratch on your back You’ve been playin’ me your greatest hits. . . But I need from you something ordinary (Like) A eureka moment guilt trip What capture’s me is the fragmentary – humanity What was I just a birthright the right side of the tracks But egalitarian ideas caught you in a trap Trying to show a social conscience don’t come naturally Such a handbrake on life’s beckoning verdant tapestry You’ve been playin’ me your greatest hits. . . You’ve been playin’ me your greatest hits. . .