Ode to the Poets

And the night wind whispered, this Jack Kerouac said:
Will you love me in December like you did in May?
Will you love me tomorrow like you did today?
Hey, hey

Dylan Thomas answered from beyond:
Though lovers be gone, love is not
Love shall rise inside the storm
Hey, hey

Changing and changing
Constantly spinning in me
Swing it, baby
Come on over
Wash away this pain in me

Now I've seen some rise and I've seen some fall
My heart grew some to contain it all
I know the taste of tears from the taste of soil
Hey, hey

Some I like to forget and some I need to keep
I know at least 10.000 songs from memory
but if you ask me what it all means I couldn't say

Changing and changing
Constantly spinning in me
Swing it, baby
Come on over
Wash away this pain in me

Sitting down with Hemmingway
Flying off on a memory
Walt Whitman swept me of my feet
Romanced by F. Scott Fitzgerald and the John Keats
Leonard dropped me a thousand kisses deep
Herman Hess in the sprit tree
It's all in me
All in me