“I’m the ghost of Patti Smith”, she said. She was a ghost alright washed away on the side street of a bleak city.
“How’s it going my dear friend?” I asked
“Great, sweetheart…”she took a puff on the cigarette and said “the wind is soft tonight…”
It was a breezy night, warm, sorrowful and Patti Smith is alive somewhere in a city I don’t live.
But there was the ghost, similar in looks, gazing at me with half a smile.
“You’re just like the rest of them, thinking all wrong… “,she paused for a while, and slowly said
“I heard you live in the world zoo. I heard you jive with the crowd. What’s the matter with you?”
“What can I say? you do live and learn how to like a cage with a view” I replied with a slight shrug.
How could I explain to the ghost, the jealous moon, the sons and daughters swallowing bile like they got tired of good old soup.
The night was too thick and too sharp.
Instead I walked a thousand miles through the darkness behind I left the ghost and the nightly blues
but I found the ghost at my doorstep.
She smiled this humanly sad smile, and said :” look around…”
The wind had switched direction.
She shook her head and said “Oh my darling one, don’t you know I’m all you’ve got.”
I opened the door and let her in…

by freakynewchild

Music video of the day: Who else if not Patti Smith?

“Horses”