Favorite Poetry
Riverbank plum tree...
Do your reflected blossoms
really flow away?
Buson
End of a Summer's Drive
Rich Fein 1997
Even her sweat could seduce;
his hand sweeps across the vinyl seat
and he tastes her salty residue on his fingers.
Through the windshield, in humid July, he sees
her hair, her blouse, her shorts, recede.
She turns the corner,
gone.
He is left only with her impression
on the car seat cover.
Underneath, the foam freed at last from the weight
of her buttocks and bare thighs,
slowly rises till the outline fades,
and the seat cover returns to the flat and level.
One last time his fingers caress the seat
searching for a trace of salt to preserve the moment.
Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes
byPaul Simon
(a-wa) O kodwa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange
(a-wa a-wa) Si-bona kwenze ka kanjani
(a-wa a-wa) Amanto mbazane ayeza
She's a rich girl
She don't try to hide it
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
He's a poor boy
Empty as a pocket
Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose
Sing Ta na na
Ta na na na
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
People say she's crazy
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Well that's one way to lose these Walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She was physically forgotten
Then she slipped into my pocket
With my car keys
She said you've taken me for granted
Because I please you
Wearing these diamonds
And I could say Oo oo oo
As if everybody knows
What I'm talking about
As if everybody here would know
Exactly what I was talking about
Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She makes the sign of a teaspoon
He makes the sign of a wave
The poor boy changes clothes
And puts on after-shave
To compensate for his ordinary shoes
And she said honey take me dancing
But they ended up by sleeping
In a doorway
By the bodegas and the lights on
Upper Broadway
Wearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes
And I could say Oo oo oo
And everybody here would know
What I was talking about
I mean everybody here would know exactly
What I was talking about
Talking about diamonds
People say I'm crazy
I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes
Well that's one way to lose
These walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of your shoes
Words and Music by
Paul Simon
Beginning by Paul Simon and Joseph Shabalala
©1986 Paul Simon (BMI)
Found On:
Graceland
Negotiations And Love Songs, 1971-1986
Paul Simon's Concert In The Park
Paul Simon 1964/1993
