im sitting in Schmidts greenhouse
With a cup of coffee in the heat
Of the hot house, thinking
Of my friends in grief
Who have lost someone important
I’m sitting among the plants and flowers
Next to a “water feature” at an orange
Outdoor table and four orange chairs.
My friends are in heavy deep grief
And I am seeking happiness in a greenhouse?
If I had a harmonica (and someone who
Could play it) I could sing the
– Small town boy