Story Behind the Song
It has been several years since I wrote this song, but I believe it took several days to write and many hours to record. I was still learning to use my recording equipment, but amazingly it turned out better than I thought.
Lyrics
The Poet
Mark Maysey
Verse
Down on the corner of Highland and Odin
Not far from the Hollywood Bowl
I met a man with a sign that poetically rhymed
And he wasn’t but forty years old
Verse
He said you may not know it, but I am a poet
And for a token I’ll write you a rhyme
He said my pockets are bare, so please show you care
And soon he wrote me these lines
Chorus
Down on Odin Street
Everyone’s lonely you meet
Though we’re birds of poor feathers
We all flock together
Down on Odin Street
There’s sidewalk preachers and out of work teachers
And building with old weathered doors
Someone’s grandmother, some guy that calls me brother
And Veterans of foreign wars
Verse
He said he once had a good life, had himself a good wife
Limos and first class he’d fly
Now it’s cardboard condo’s, old cars with bondo
And strangers that quickly walk by
Verse
Well, I thanked him for his rhymes with nickels and dimes
He was grateful and he bowed his head
And with nothing more to say, he slowly walked away
And turned to another and said
Mr. You may not know it, but I am a poet
For a token I’ll write you a rhyme
He said my pockets are bare, so please show you care
And soon he wrote him these lines
Repeat Chorus
Repeat part of 1st Verse
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