- homage to Leonard Cohen -
I called up to Robert Johnson, whose room
was seventeen floors above,
“Say Robert, what have you learned through song
of the inner removes of love?”
I couldn’t make out just what he said,
so then I rang up John Lennon.
He couldn’t hear me, but he shouted out,
“Go ask another tenant!”
Janis was in, so I grabbed a rose,
walked up and paid her a visit.
She flossed her teeth with her hair as she spoke;
the view, it wasn’t pleasant.
I left in a hurry and went next door
to seek a word with Jimi.
His responses were cryptographic, though;
his words were faint and tinny.
By now I felt I’d had enough
of this curious, melodied throng.
I rang for Leonard, he showed me the door.
I left the Tower of Song.