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    "The Poet"genre: Folk
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    A song about a pan handlers near the Hollywood bowl. There was an article in a magazine I was reading while waiting in a dentist office and from that article came this song.
    CD: At this Point in My LIfe   Label: Devore Records

    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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