Sidewalks of Denver
by Terry Brinkman

 

 

 

Rain dripping on my face woke me from my sleep

Under the stars on a Denver sidewalk

Drying with her Irish face cloth, I spy a Rainbow

The sun flung Rainbow so close I can walk to the end

That’s pushing against the Honey Bucket Outhouse

As I get there, the Ghost Woman- Molly Brown

Wearing only a Brown Derby carrying a Pot of Gold

Throws open the outhouse door knocking me to my ass

She drops a Gold Nugget flying off towards the Brown Derby Hotel

Another man might be afraid another man might be shocked

They aren’t sleeping on a Denver sidewalk

I pick it up and put it in my trouser pocket

 

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