* to be “read” to the tune, “Late In The Evening,” by Paul Simon
First thing I remember
I woke up in my bed
It couldn’t have been more
Than one or two
I remember a small suitcase
Sitting at the gate next door
At first I didn’t know
Who it belonged to
It was owned by Paul Simon
No, this dream is far from through
The next thing I remember
I am walking down the concourse
I’m feeling all right,
I’m with my boy,
I’ve got to move, yeah
And down along the concourse
Passengers were on the move
And I heard the sound of Mr. Simon’s croon, yeah
Singing there in the airport
So I headed toward his stool, yeah
I said “I love your latest tune”
And fumbled for another line
He stepped right up to bail me out in kind
He shared “The album’s not in stores
And here’s the tragic reason why
It doesn’t have a cover, no artist has come through”
It was late in the evening
Paul Simon blew my mind away
Next thing I remember
I was telling him my craft
I said “I’m gonna do that piece
No matter what I do”
Well I guess I made him confident
And once or twice I looked toward the floor
But I never had a dream
Like this come true
And it was late in the evening
And my dream is finally through.
Yes, I dreamt I met Paul Simon in an airport and discussed illustrating his new album cover. I can often interpret my dreams at least at some level, but no luck with this one. I did have fun trying to put the story into the framework of one of my favorite of his tunes.
I hope a few of you sang along!