Standing Room Only
I stand everywhere, even in places they presume I shouldn’t. Standing on the wrong side of the yellow tape and the blue wooden horses.
Finding myself on my own two feet in different locations, walking a mile in someone else’s shoes, sleeping in someone else’s bed, when they were there… and when they weren’t.
Balancing on a fire escape ladder in Chinatown, and listening to Claudia’s music.
A presidential candidate stood next to me. He dare not tell me I’m fired. Did some sitting and smoking and joking with his impersonator that films live on Saturday Night.
Laid down in mansions, condos, apartments, cabins, campers, parks, streets, and beaches.
Time spent around givers and takers. Trend killers and style makers.
Sat back stage with passes, don’t want to be one of the masses.
Watched the Matrix and traveled through the Matrix in a bullet proof Beemer driven by Morpheus.
Stood above the law and have been laid down by the law. Stood in Harlem on One Twenty five, where Carlos Santana’s live music kept me alive.
Said I do and I flew around the globe, too. Landed on land where the people had a different flag in their hand.
Stood on top of the twin towers and on stage at least 10,000 hours.
I’ve gotten an education in street life and the nightlife of glitter and glamour.
Stood outside a nightclub with a velvet rope in my hand deciding where others would stand. Gardened and washed dishes and hit nails with hammers.
Served people their breakfast, lunch, and dinners. Stood in the right place at the right time and the wrong place at the wrong time, all at the same time.
Sat and drove for one month straight, never late, and by the time I stopped I stood in thirty-three city’s, five deserts, two mountain ranges, a Gulf, a Great Lake, and two oceans.
Been very poor and know of touch of wealthy, too, middles class, manifests my fears of wasted years.
Stood near rain and fires, truth tellers and liars, and heard decisions made by religions. Stayed in a Hilton and meant two Hiltons while out the window on the street I saw junkies pull needles from their feet.
Stood alone and in solidarity, on principle, in the way, off to the side, to close to the edge, on stage, powerless, penniless, prideful, among those less and more fortunate.
One last element to be free, a university, degree, to see, the proper way to write my destiny. So till the next adventure, assignment, person, new friend, recording in this room is where I stand.
My name is Josh Spear and I am Rutgers Newark.