Rip Van Winkle

I dreamed I crossed a bridge above the Hudson

Like Simon and Garfunkel might have built

And I dreamed I drove up high on the Catskill Highway

And slept with Rip Van Winkle in the hills

There to wake

A whole year distant

Troubles over

World renewed

There to wake

Our eyes a-blinking

Like Rip van Winkle

We slept right through

And I dreamed I helped a man with a keg of liquor

Who led me to a gathering in the glen

Where the saddest souls that I had ever witnessed

Made me play a game of ninepins without end

We lay under clouds of thunder

Close the casement bolt the door

Tallyman called out the numbers

I knelt and prayed there’d be no more