Clifton In The Rain

The rain came down like beads, bouncing on
The noses of the people from the train
A flock of salty ears glistened in the traffic lights
Feet squelched soggy leaves across the grain
I took my love to Clifton in the rain
And all along the way, wanderers
In overcoats with collars on parade
And steaming in the night, the listeners in the Troubadour
The guitar player weaves a willow strain
I took my love to Clifton in the rain
Jacqueline Bisset, saw your movie
Wondered if you really felt that way
Do you ever fear the images of Hollywood?
Have you felt the shadow of its pain?
I thought of you in Clifton in the rain.