Deep Inside My Mind

Every now and then
I go deep inside my mind
Just to have a little rest
And see what I can find
I don’t go in there often
It dark and I must say
That sometimes I’m afraid
That I may lose my way

There’s a little corner café
Where Groucho sits alone
Stan Laurel sits there writing gags
And Greta Garbo sits and moans
Sinatra sings for all of them
John Lennon talks to God
Brian Jones gives swimming lessons
There’s Liz Taylor and Mike Todd

Over in the distance
At a table in the corner
Hemmingway sells movie scripts
To mogul man Jack Warner
Elvis does a hip shake
Ruth and Gherig playing catch
Bud and Lou do Who’s on First
Humphrey Bogart lights a  match

Charles Dickens playing darts
A red balloon comes floating by
Andy Warhol sits with Nico
Where German pop songs go to die
Marilyn and James Dean
Sit quietly talking on the stairs
John Kennedy and his brother Bob
Just pretend that they are both not there

Harpo on piano and
Chico playing Harp
Bad jokes float around the room
being told by silent stars
Phil Everly and Phil Ramone
They’re new here so they’re woozy
Sit talking of the songs they’ll miss
Rick Nelson sings of Susie

You see it is a mad mad place
in my head when I may wander
I don’t go in too deep
And I have met Henry Fonda
There’s images, and icons
Family, and my friends
on a little street inside my head
That’s a circle with no ends

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