Ode to the Poets

And the night wind whispered, this Jack Kerouac said

"Will you love me in December like you did in May?"

Will you love me tomorrow like you did today?

Hey, hey

Dylan Thomas answered from beyond

Though lovers be gone, love is not

Love shall rise inside the storm

Hey, hey

Changing and changing

Constantly spinning in me

Swing it, baby

Come on over

Wash away this pain in me

Now, I've seen some rise and I've seen some fall

My heart grew some to contain it all

I know the taste of tears from the taste of soil

Hey, hey

Some I like to forget and some I need to keep

I know at least ten thousand songs from memory

But if you ask me what it all means

I couldn't say

Changing and changing

Constantly spinning in me

Swing it, baby

Come on over

Wash away this pain in me

Sitting down with Hemmingway

Flying off on a memory

Walt Whitman swept me of my feet

Romanced by F. Scott Fitzgerald and the John Keats

Leonard dropped me a thousand kisses deep

And Herman Hess in the sprit tree

It's all in me

All in me