AN AIR TRAVELER’S LOVE SONG POST 9/11

 

        aka

 

              “MY KNIFE”

 

                                      --for C.B.

 

 

You know, I have a knife in Bakersfield

To me, it is a very special knife

It’s one I’ve had a while and like to wield

An one I value near as much as life,

I had to leave my knife in Bakersfield

That’s where they checked and found me with my knife

They would not let me pass unless I yield

My knife but I’d as soon as give up my life!

And so I stashed it; now I’m going back

To make my claim then we will be as one

My knife and I through Life’s deceits will hack

For truth and justice, contra lies and deception.

So hard and shiny, thin and sharp the blade

With which all violators shall be paid.

 

 

 

Ernest Cardenas

June 2002

 

         

                    (Note: try singing to the tune of “I left my heart in San Francisco”)