The Web Poetry Corner - Neil Heron - An Eagle On The Walk Of Fame
An Eagle On The Walk Of Fame
by
Neil Heron
Siting down with a smoke in hand
The music man spoke to me
With his long hair and deep voice
Blue shirt and jeans all I could see
A rainy monday in Hollywood
When the metro took me to Vine
My sandy shoes with a softer tread
On the North Hollywood line
The rain that fell that day
Wont let me forget
I found an eagle
And forgot about the rain
The stars that mark the walk of fame
Are sure to include his band
And the hills of Los Angeles
Will be alive for ever
In the name of music take a stand.