HOLLWOOD STREET MASSE
Billy Bindlestiff in his tailored denim
Takes all he owns along with him.
A denim tie with his denim work shirt.
He felt a denim hat went well with it all
And being an ensemble couldn’t hurt.
He lived under a bridge in Hollywood
Saved the money he would have spent
Getting an apartment somewhere
Paying exorbitant amounts of rent
Helen Hollersome always looked wet
And loudly she cursed the passersby.
It was meant to be a strong cussing out
But it sounded like a loud way to cry.
She stalked The Boulevard mannishly
In her stained and faded trench coat
Hands in pockets scowling angrily
I couldn’t help but wonder if Helen
Didn’t have some kind of family.
Crystal the Hippie sat almost every day
Up against Aldo’s Restaurant’s window.
She was peddling the Free Press news.
She once told me she was a widow.
A hawked passer responded to her
When she asked him to spend a dime,
He said, “I can’t read”. She replied,
“Roll it up and smoke it sometime.”
The Marshall of Hollywood passed
In his western movie lawman drag
And Sidney Cigarette stopped him
And politely asked him for a fag.
The Marshall grinned and turned to him
And pointed down the street
He said, “That’s about every third
Person here you might chance to meet.
For a greenhorn Missouri boy
This was like a daily parade
That left me gaping and gawping
At the choice of move I had made.
The weather was great and the scene
Something I never would see back home
Made this small town city boy glad
He decided to grow up and roam.
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