Heart of Gold

I’ve been to Hollywood
I’ve been to Inglewood
I, too, have mined the fields
Fields covered in concrete
Concrete buries the secret
A secret only Time knows
Even though
Through a sidewalk crack it grows

I’ve been to Hollywood
I’ve been to Inglewood
I’ve seen Frost here in the summer
The frozen ground swell in the winter
Irony in the color of
Vest orange and hardhat yellow
Irony in the shape of
A jackhammer

I’ve been to Hollywood
I’ve been to Inglewood
I know the distance in between
Is negotiable
I know the distance in between
Is fictitious
I know the distance in between
Is a heart of gold