Driver Choreographer - Fishboy

Because as hard as I try

You can’t find a moment

I can’t carve out the time

To polish your craft

And delivery drive

So dictate a diary

I’ll talk into a mic

Describing your path

Which I’ll adapt onto the stage

Choreograph the downtown route I take

«Pecan, Elm, Hickory, Locust, Pecan, Elm, Oak.»

The limousine I drive

A gift from grandpa

And packages climb

Up to the roof

Each afternoon, I spy

A man on the corner

Who is scratching his thighs with a

Grapefruit spoon

Which he will use to dig, and soon

I turn the corner

He’s gone from view

Another day on the route

Another tape I make with details I’ll use from:

«Pecan, Elm, Hickory, Locust, Pecan, Elm, Oak.»

«Pecan, Elm, Hickory, Locust, Pecan, Elm, Oak.»

To my little sister

At the register whose selling books and records

With a special order brought into the store each day

We take the limousine

In late 2003

Too elementary

Sing, dance on the way

And now that memory I save

Inside an eighth inch TDK

Before the memory it fades

A chocolate limo melts to beige

If everyday from the mundane

I see one dance that I could make

Then when the chance is there to take

I’ll put my opus on the stage

Oh sister, if you write the songs

I’ll find the feet to dance along

And with opening curtains drawn back

A chorus sings triumphantly

«Pecan, Elm, Hickory, Locust, Pecan, Elm, Oak.»