One knowledged head
One pair of street-smart hands
One mass of tumbled, falling hair
-- curls of sunlight
One lopsided feline smile
One loose, wrinkled leather jacket
One pair of old Levis
-- torn, shredded, bothered by the knees
One pair of lovelorn boots
-- beaten & broken from long rainy walks
and travelling downtown to hand out fliers
One band to play the heartened music
One ear trained to the core of his soul
One sheet of music and words
-- clutched tightly in one hand,
unable to give you the first attempt at stardom
One rhythm, beating like a heart
One demo tape,
-- sound quality low, but something to be said held in the chest pocket of a button shirt (close to the heart, he stated)
One appointment with a small record company
One hope
-- a chance at being heard and felt by millions
a chance to be free & wild
and to be young forever.