From E to Cate Street

From E to Cate Street

I heard in a dream the prophet from Asbury Park
who was preaching on the hood of his cherry top redemption.
With a vintage yellow telecaster screaming for action,
he wants me to run with him to the tangible promise land.
I could not follow because I didn't have the spirit to run.

I was perplexed at his ability to hear the voice of the Gods
and transcribe their messages into popular Gospel.
So I shouted from my own private existence
What can I do as a megear man
that he has been able to do since birth?

The following evening I hung my head low as I walked Cate St.
I passed the mule stables, brown doors, and tributes to St. Augustine.
As I approached the train station I heard the prophet's lasting refrain.
“It's a town full of losers, and we're pulling out of here to win!”
With a rush of power, I took the worn hands of the traveling prophet.

I ran with his band of disciples through the winding backstreets
as we created our own renditions of a summertime Americana.
I found in these streets the strength to run like a child.
I felt the inspiration that came from a lifetime of living,
and gained the experience to return to the mysteries of Cate St.

I brought my message back to the locals at the stables,
but they were hung up on the love they were getting from Long Beach.
So with an aura of defeat and intoxication, I stumbled out the stable.
I was lost along these streets of the distractions of my own self-esteem.
In the distance I could hear the prophet make his final plea.

“If we lose each other in the shadows of the night, I will wait for you.
If I should fall behind will you wait for me”