Red Poppy Boogy

The Red Poppy Boogy

The Serenity Mint leaves just a hint,

Of a time both near and far.

When this gray Granddaddy,

Knew how to be happy

Chasing fireflies with a jar.

So, smoke the smoke and write the line.

Please, Mother Nature, just a little more time.

The Red Poppy Boogy makes me sway and dance.

Makes me toss these blues for one last chance,

For a freedom that's all mine.

So I asked Jake to breakfast,

To see how time's passed;

Between me and place long gone,

A something I lost that seventies September,

A shadow of a place called home.

So, smoke the smoke and write the line.

Please, Mother Nature, just a little more time.

The Red Poppy Boogy makes me sway and dance.

Makes me toss these blues for one last chance,

For a freedom that's all mine.

Do these lights really shine?

Or are they just moonbeams?

Do they lead to a new time?

Or just yesterday's dreams?

So, smoke the smoke and write the line.

Please, Mother Nature, just a little more time.

The Red Poppy Boogy makes me sway and dance.

Makes me toss these blues for one last chance,

For a freedom that's all mine.