Photo from The Picture Showman
i saw the sign
it read fairmount
lookin for a deadman
a dead heroes haunt
found the stone
people chiseled away
take what you want
it's the american way
you son of a bitch
you tombstone snake
james dean is dead
what else can you take
you dug up dirt
left holes in the ground
in the dark of night
like a baskerville hound
i know why you came
why you take like you do
come like a parasite
steal home some cool
james dean is dead
i walked through his home
gave his aunt some flowers
talked for hours alone
i left his stone
some flowers and a card
two cigarettes and some matches
and a restless feelin to guard
been back many times
don't know quite why
nothin but a young cat
all heroes die
here's to the young cat
whose voice was once mine
to that mixed up..messed up
strange friend in time
james dean..still ever so cool
©2007 Rain
Sunday, September 30, 2007
September 30, 1955
Posted by Daisy Deadhead at 12:23 AM
Labels: 50s, baby boomers, Fairmount, George Stevens, Giant, Hollywood, Indiana, James Dean, media, movies, nostalgia, poetry, Rain