Cambridge
Nights
(recording pending)
Setting
sun, my day is done, it's time for me to go
Hop
a train cross river to a bar I've come to know
Out
at Central Square and I can hear the siren's call
Step
into the Cantab which bids welcome, one and all
Ceremonial
master, Mr. Bartley, on guitar
John
& Bo keep watchful eye on entry to the bar
P.J.
at the soundboard, he knows how to make it sing
And
on his heels is Mr. White, the reigning ukulele king
These
are my Cambridge nights
The
lights, the heights, the sounds, the sights
Cambridge
nights mmm-hmm
Cambridge
nights, The lights, the heights, the sounds, the sights
Cambridge
nights mmm-hmm
Steve
behind the counter doling out the sacred brew
Christine
at the tables taking care of you
Carla
every now & then will grace us with a poem
All
too soon the clock strikes one and I am heading home
Too
far from …
Not
far from the bar are intellectual pursuits
Clever engineers
that measure bridges out in Smoots
Hallowed
halls of Harvard birthing industry tycoons
They
could use a night or two well-spent inside saloons
All
part of …
© Richard
Goldman 2007