About the Author
I am Franklin D.
Roosevelt’s infant son,
A would be corpse in the desert sun,
I'm a Deadly Companion
of Brian Keith,
Wynken and Blynken,
A teacher,
Sam Peckinpah's 1st choice for a kid gunned down,
Ending up on the street just poking fun.
A Christmas elf
with two missing teeth,
And Jack tending babies,
A preacher,
With an eye for the ladies.
I'm a face in the crowd
of a midnight fair,
An Uruk-Hai warior,
Love and bullets and
Bronson beware,
A Rohan in flight,
A corpse on the field of the Pelennor fight.
I'm a K2 base trekker,
A crowd cheering heckler,
A boot in the path of Lloyd Phillips' mad dash.
I am Keith Richards gofer,
The Rolling Stones' chauffeur,
Watching Ali and Foreman knock it out in Zaire.
I'm James Bond incognito
in a DB5 Aston Martin,
Playing Killdozer reruns,
I'm a Stones Midnight Rambler,
Rick Wakeman's dog keeper,
With Keith and Anita's son Marlon.
The Moody Blues backdoor handler,
And Albert King's late sleeper.
I'm Nina Simone's confidant,
A Chic Rolex smuggler,
Deep Purple's backstage hand,
And Leif Garret's Swiss watchman.
I'm Janis Siegel's escort,
Manhattan Transfer's transport,
Charles Mingus's caretaker,
And Montreux Jazz film maker.
I'm a Music Show Roadie, The Party Suite Master,
Chillin' with the likes of,
Lowell George and Skunk Baxter.
I'm a Dating Game host,
A Zermatt club DJ,
At Ashton and Lord's
New Year's Eve soiree.
I'm Zowie Bowie's videographer,
At the request of his father,
Santana's lost driver,
And a shipwreck survivor.
I'm Out of Paradise found,
On a beach with my Mrs.,
I'm a vagabond drifter,
A Traveling Man,
Diving with friends and all of the fishes.
A hitchhiking thumb lifter,
A one man band,
Happiest most with my feet in the sand.
And this I'll say, when I'm dead and done,
Damn, how time flies when you're just having fun.