Journey of Words

First Bus Out of St Louis

I am the passengerAnd I cry and I cryI cry through the day’s black sideI see the last bars pour out at fiveYeah, when neon lights the skyYou know when nothing looks rightI am the passengerI’ve emptied my last glassI look into your soul, absence of lightI see the bars kick out at fiveI see… 

I am the passenger
And I cry and I cry
I cry through the day’s black side
I see the last bars pour out at five
Yeah, when neon lights the sky
You know when nothing looks right

I am the passenger
I’ve emptied my last glass
I look into your soul, absence of light
I see the bars kick out at five
I see the dregs of another Friday night
Spilling onto the streets outside
No, none of this looks right

~

n.b. Prompted by NaPoWriMo 2025. Post-covid lockdowns, a city in (perpetual?) recovery. I met a lot of lovely people, saw some bad stuff too.

Words adapted from the 1997 Iggy Pop, The Passenger.

CLP 18/04/2025

2 responses

  1. kim881 Avatar
    kim881

    Great, I love a bit of Iggy! Thank you, Chris. I like how you got the rhythm and rhyme of the original.

    1. Christopher Perry Avatar
      Christopher Perry

      Kim, Thank you. He’s a rocker.

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