Rincon

From my second story window

I look down on Rincon

Up the coast of California

Where I’ve come looking for the great

Barry Bonds one final summer

His health has broken down

So I’ve forsaken San Francisco

And I’ve heard that Bonds might be here

Seeking non-traditional medicine

But I see nothing but the craps games

From my second story window

In Rincon where I’ve come looking for Bonds

And from my second story window

I see the mayor in his chambers

Signing execution papers

For the prisoners of conscience

And the women throw bananas

In the street and moments later

They are grey and flat and lifeless

Beyond all recognition

Oh some say the most powerful

Force on earth is water

But from my second story window

It seems to be the cars

And Christopher Columbus

Come looking for the spice isles, and

Montezuma

Come looking for the gold, and

Charlie Chaplin

Come looking for the silver screen,

I come looking for Bonds

Bonds come looking for the cure

Magic cure

And the fishermen go out

To return again at dusk

And they love the constant rain

The fish jump into their nets

But I am not a fisherman

And to me the rain can only

Keep Bonds inside his window

If he’s even in Rincon, of which I’m

More and more uncertain

‘Specially with this rain

And the news reports each hour

He’s being tested in Los Angeles,

And I found my friends

Just when I doubted myself most

They took me on a walk along the cinnamon

And they said this rain

This rain can’t last forever

People will walk around not just the fishermen

And from my second story window

The fog enfolds the fishermen

Like ghosts along the harbor

As their boats go out to sea

And my eyes alert but softly

As I stand inside my window

I will not miss the moment

If Bonds should pass below me

And Christopher Columbus

Come looking for the spice isles, and

Montezuma

Come looking for the gold, and

Charlie Chaplin

Come looking for the silver screen,

I come looking for Bonds

Bonds come looking for the cure

Magic cure