DENMARK (Schelzel)      Like mist or a daydream   made of substance   can you feel it?   buildings brown of a gray downtown   in the twilight   can you see it?   photographs   typographs   in the papers did you read it?   stop and blink   just what would you think   in the meantime does it matter much at all?      Denmark came and Denmark marked my soul      Songs for a real crowd in a cafe   full of listeners   know your tongue   and they know your man   in the crowd now did ya see her   airplanes   window panes   misting up the viewpoint   stop and blink   as I stop to think   I wonder would I miss her much at all      Denmark came and Denmark marked my soul      Muse for damp heart   in a country living softly   countless walks on a timeless way   in a body   filled with coffee   poetry   irony   of the moment   can you hear it?   stop and blink   as I stop to think   I wonder will I miss this much at all?   la la la la la la la la (fading out)