Under the Bridge
TRUE COLORS
Once upon a time,
there were a group of very nice people.
Who lived under the George Washington Bridge.
The New York side.
They were all VERY good swimmers.
There was a prostitute, an alcoholic, a soldier who carried a gun for 5 years and never fired once, but he never told anyone.
They were all dirty, and the girl cut her own hair herself, and every day there seemed to be more of them.
The girl sings the song to the soldier.
She’s a mess, but she sings beautifully, and her personality opens up and you can see all the sides of her all at once.
And she tells the soldier that its the same way about what she sees when she looks at him.
That she sees the guy who DIDNt kill anyone, and the brave guy, and the sensitive boy before he left and the strong guy he is now.
Whenever anyone FALLS from the bridge, one of them dives in and brings them back.
They gather around every night, the fire in the barrel. There is always a soup cooking.
The soldier is a great cook. And can tell a great joke.
He’s quiet, but can come in with great zingers.
They support each other, emotionally. A good circle of friends.
Everyone forgets how exactly they got there. But nobody really wants to leave.
It might be heaven, it might be hell.
Or maybe even a purgatory. A halfway house.
A good place to stay, before you know what you are going to do.