what a long/strange trip it's been...
tired of flying solo...
when th road/has bn too lonely/& th night/has bn too long...
like a long/lonely stream/i keep rolling towards a dream...
gotta find me/a place in th sun...
nowhere to run/nowhere to hide...
last night i hit my self-pitying bottom after nearly two weeks of visiting
trying to meet or reaching out to th wrong people @ th wrong time...
not th season for attempting to bring good cheer w/ short, unexpected
alex in hamburg was anxiously insomniac anticipating a big oral economic
theory exam & he wd wake me up w/ a shout whenever i wd start to snore...
i didn't get much sleep on th train to wiesbaden- there was a change to a
rickety suburban trainin frankfurt @ five-thirty in th morning- & kerstin,
economist & planner w/ a mortgage bank, seemd to be under th weather- heavy
emotional weather, it seemed- so after cooking her some lentil soup, i got
th night train to paris- where emanuelle was too busy choreographing a show
to get together for a cup of coffee. i got a run in around my old parc de
buttes-chaumont route on th sunday of my arrival. on thursday, before
taking another night train to amsterdam, i struggled w/ th madly shopping
crowds to walk from th 19th, down thru le marais & my first look @ th place
des vosges & th fancier parts of paris, until i found la madeleine, circled
it, & walkd back w/a stop for dinner in le marais- shouldered my backpack &
walkd to th gare du nord...i finally got another run in, th very thursday
my arrival in amsterdam, mostly th herrengracht half-circle, turning back @
th amstel, then, not finding th hotel because i cut back to th singel @ th
level of th radhuis, running down th singel to where it meets leidsestraat
back again...i want to try to run again today, hope th drizzle stays
w/ no direction/home
like a complete unknown
like a rolling stone