Dream 4-30-93

Someone hands me a ten cent copy of the Socialist Worker
and there it is in black and white,
Cat Stevens appearing today and a lot of other words inside a box
For some reason a fatwa has been declared against him by the muslim leaders and he must constantly be on the move
Just like Salman Rushdie, the irony of it
I suppose the publisher figured anyone reading the Socialist Worker would not be an assassin, as capitalist bounty hunters tend not to subscribe.

I sit down in the back of this airport hanger-type place
and wait breathlessly with the rest of the lucky few
who saw the small announcement, and here he comes,
His hair is long and a lot straighter than it used to be and he is answering the grave questions from the grave audience about his plight and after a while, I finally get fed up and yell,
hey, how about a song?
and he begins to sing us a new one
but I've heard it somewhere before
Camel in an egg
Camel in an eggshell