PILGRIM by ERIC CLAPTON. Poem by Brian A Salmons
...just happy/to be free again, talking about whatever with anybody, standing in line/with impunity on a Saturday for an Icee.
...just happy/to be free again, talking about whatever with anybody, standing in line/with impunity on a Saturday for an Icee.
Eric’s music spilled out over the ridge, south into the valley, across the Jordan, embracing Biblical fields and crusade-era ruins, north along the road to Damascus.