By Steven Minchin
Anonymity drove me and only me
Pushed me past sidewalk jazz
And smiling couples twirling a corner
So my name was mine and only mine
Not the block’s or an incantation
Booming down the street
Because I stopped to enjoy a scene
Bolstering moments esoteric
And only mine
My name entrancing another me
Jerked around by my own publicity
And snuffing out the warm drive of anonymity
The stuff fueled by joyous street corner scenes
Strangers grouped and dancing
That take over me
And breed a greater anonymity
So easily lost with a swift kick
The brash call of my name
A shot from a stranger who knows me
Shrinks my esoteric identity
And drives me away from me