For A Latin Rock Star
For you, I would have gone on tour,
Rationed out your beer
And made you beaded necklaces by hand.
I knew every word to every song.
Yet, I couldn't sing, So, I loved you instead
From a far, from a near
Place called blue.
I knew you were in need
Of a friend and a few
Words of encouragement.
Gentle nudge to feel that
Your heart could still soar and beat.
Like the strings on your bass,
I loose face value
And cannot hold your eye
When you glide through my soul
With words and grace like
"Tu eres mi amor".
I want to leave with you
And go beyond the fences,
Which take me seven years to climb.
I am immobilized by the glory of my insecurities.
I look to you for the will and shine.
We are in the alley,
Behind the venue and the marquee bears your name.
You have been shut out - an accidental oversight.
As you pound on the door, I study your hands,
Feeling each note, played on my skin
Begging God to allow me this,
For I know the incredible inch of forever.
You nearly handed it to me
When you tell me that your father fought in Vietnam.
I know you crave the maddening war
And the lip tearing passion
Of passerby's that will not compete with
Or control you.
I would never
Leave you.
If only you would keep me.
Instead, you dedicate each song to me,
Sorrow slips through me in centimeters
And with the waning lights of an encore,
I am left to remember the hotel room and the graffiti.
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