When you go to San Francisco you may look down California Street, towards Berkeley…
or you may emerge from the lower depths of BART along Market St. somewhere.
A portal to an aged older fantasy where I tend bar behind a curtain of bamboo,
The entrance to a night club inTokyo, I forget where but its about three stations west of Shibuya…
Alligator, obviously from the Delta, a great performer, plays guitar, accordion, fiddle, banjo, dances around like Mick, plays “popular” songs including FatsWaller, Bing Crosby Dylan, Hank, Gershwin and on. A great performer plays around SantaCruz area.
The times I have been in “downtown” Reno the afternoon sun …
San Francisco is my favorite, I stand outside watching people inside eating thinking I should feel some thing personal but I am really not hungry or cold
Doc introduces this song ( if I remember right) by say he learned it from housemother who learned it from Grandma Green who learned it from her mother so its very old (something like that). Here is one verse…
“As the little girl still trembling stood
Before that rich man’s door
With a frowning face he scornfully said
“No room, no bread for the poor.””
Oh Yah, even though its an old song there is a verse about trump and Republicans …
“The rich man slept on his velvet couch
And he dreamed of his silver and gold
While the orphan lay in a bed of snow
And murmured, “So cold, so cold.””
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