Streetlife Serenade

Picture these guys singing your favorite pop song only replace all the L’s with R’s and throw in a couple of tambourines.  I shit you not, the duo loved them some percussion. 

I wonder sometimes what it would be like to chuck it all, ditch the 9 to 5 (or 7 to 6 as the case might be) and become one of these wandering melody makers.  I have the songs to be sure and with some dedication I’m certain I could stumble through enough keys to make them appear rhythmically correct.  So what then is hold up?

When you think about it, I’d have the same city, the same view.  There’d be different concerns no doubt, but probably no more or less than those currently sponsoring my insomnia. 

In an honest moment I think it’s a matter of guts and a potentially warped opinion of what one should be doing, chasing, wanting, being.  That or an unending affinity for pressed pants and leather bucket seats. 

Yeah, sometimes the idea of something is far better than the something itself.  The closer you get to its realities, the more doubts you have and when you finally muster the courage to hop the fence make a break for the so-called greener grass, you realize your neighbor is barbequing on Astroturf.   Perhaps there is no best way… only options.

Maybe someone should warn generation Z that there’s a choice on the horizon, that no matter how hard or long we pretend, in the end you can only travel one road. They’ll be dancing for sure, but certainly not on Thursday afternoons, and in the end we all have to sing for our supper. Then again, perhaps we should leave them be. No point in ushering Santa out the door.  His days are numbered and that’s sad enough as it is.

So go on melody makers, croon your tunes slightly off key.  I’ll drop a buck in the bucket.  The rain is a coming and deep down I don’t have the gumption for the Nikey shuffle.  I’m a cabman.  Still, I appreciate the song and the glimpse of the road not taken.  Maybe next time bravery will take root.  

Keep Dreamin'

RC