Bootstraps...

I hear a tune and find some words to dance along
     music is the only difference between poem and song
In the distance i see traffic lights change from red to green
    as streetlamps sparkle on this Norman Rockwell winter scene
In a moment sublime, and owl lands upon a tree
     fluffs himself against the cold and gazes stonily at me
i question his shadow, wonder how far it is he traveled
     the Wise Bird of the Woods and Nature's Fool...

If you look and i'm not there it's little wonder where i may roam
     yes, i could live without a phone if  i could call you my own,
     then would i know the difference between house and home

i hear a voice and  dare to say it is not mine
     what would the doctors say at West Wing Nine?
Issues we all have , keep the tissues in reserve
     for  i've come to believe there is little we deserve
and it all comes down to do you have the nerve....