Cold Dog Soup
It’s a Guy Clark kind of night, sometimes you need the music, and sometimes you need the lyrics. I always fill the need of both with him. One song tonight made me think a bit, a dangerous thing I know.
From Cold Dog Soup;
“Ain't no money in poetry That's what sets the poet free I've had all the freedom I can stand Cold dog soup and rainbow pie Is all it takes to get me by Fool my belly till the day I die Cold dog soup and rainbow pie”
What if money wasn’t an issue, and we could follow our hearts desires; would that set you free? You write poetry for the passion, not the pay because it certainly won’t keep your belly full.
What would do you?
The thing that would set you free?
I think I’m going to go after that.
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