Walther von der Vogelweide
greatest German lyric poet of the Middle Ages
Yes, yet again, I sat upon a stone.
Legs crossed, downcast, my chin upon my hand.
Cocaine and ketamine tore up my band.
Twenty-seven, I was in the death zone,
like Hendrix, Morrison, Cobain, Winehouse.
“I don’t ever wanna drink again
I just, ooh, I just need a friend.”
One night, I saw you at a coffee house
a pouty girl with a moue.
Like Tony Bennett, I crooned
my sultry song—I chose you!
No, not again, will I have such a friend,
beautiful, brilliant, loyal to the end.