The world turns
and the moon climbs a tower crane
casting shadows
while evening rain
drums the tin roofs
of a shanty town
they'll soon tear down
they've traveled north
to build buildings for pittance-pay
along the shores
where the palm trees sway
and pink flamingos land
upon the blue
sweeping view
wood smoke and voices
they wander
up from the fires each night
where the men take their sweet tea
by the firelight
silhouettes smooth the edges
of a new skyline
while I tend my
young jasmine vine
that coils 'round the rail
of my balcony
from where I see
the rooftops
of all my neighbors
that I'll never meet
people say women shouldn't greet
the lonely men who labor
in the sun
and I've greeted none
credits
from Our Myth,
released May 1, 2011
Guitar, vocals - Kesang Marstrand
Piano - Karl Berger
Alto Clarinet - Don J. Davis
Bass - Alana Orr
Drums - Harvey Sorgen
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