A ditty about dreaming

stevepoltzonacloudvk5.jpgA gal named Carli who comes to Lou and Rain's house concerts sent me this photo. She put the words to my song "License Plate Eyes" behind me. I liked it so much that I made up another song about dreaming. Listen Here you beautiful Dreamers! Maybe I'm not really awake right now and this is a dream. Perhaps I am really an airplane pilot lost in Bermuda in some triangle. When I get back home I am going to open my eyes and I'll be a playing a trumpet in a disco band in the late '70's and the internet doesn't even exist. I may have invented it and no one will believe me. I will climb a tree and shout inane comments to passersby about how I have seen the future and it's really pretty full of blogs and videos and pictures and dating services. People never have to leave their homes or have human interaction. Maybe I am living 5 lives simultaneously like a juggler on a sidewalk. I am a soccer referee in Bolivia. People are shouting at me from the stands above as I wave a red card in some sweaty player's direction and the crowd erupts in fury. Death threats start arriving at my home and I have to move my family far away like some secret witness protection program member. I relocate to San Diego and start playing the guitar at night and al of a sudden here I am. I am no longer Alfonso Quispe the hated soccer referee. My name is now Steve Poltz and I am about to leave on a long flight on Christmas day to a land down under. My hand are playing these chords and I don't know how it's happening. I am singing words I never wrote. I am Alfonso for Pete's sake! I am not Steven JJ Poltz the singer guy. He is a figment of someone else's imagination and I am not sure where he came from. I just want to referee soccer games in a world of peace and tranquility and now I am singing songs about Johnny Cash and skylines in Toronto and love and silver linings. I didn't sign up for this you guys! This is all a dream and you need to wake up and smell the cat food in your bank accounts. This isn't some trailer park field trip to a bowling alley in Wyoming to hear Dick Cheney speak about patriotism. This is a beautiful field of freshly cut green grass with cleats pounding across and checkered soccer balls bouncing like a New Jersey lottery drawing before American Idol after the evening news. This is a soccer game to end all soccer games. Until then I remain, your friend Alfonso Quispe