[SymphonyinAFlatTire.mp3] (orchestrated by Dave Eaton)
Symphony in A Flat Tire
A silence before the dawn
Opens with a red horn
Rising silver sounds
Fall with the tools
In the work shed
The artist walks through sequins
Down and emerald hill
To climb a podium of metal crane
To survey rows of rusted sculpture
Birds sing in chorus
Brass horns fade up the hill
Some one drives and engine down
In unruffled crescendo
Crashing into a sculpture
Whistling fades up a hill
© 1969 Stefan dess Lauriers
Symphony in A Flat Tire (a semi-embellished autobiography.)