Dock of the Bay 

The real blues... I deeply resonate with this song; so many homeless days in my youth with a beat up guitar on the beach, the weightiness of those times is more than any words can describe. Places were there is nobody; and nothingness, just time outside and apart. I used to park the car I lived in at the entrance of Terminal Island prison in Long Beach; there is a boat harbor there next to the prison with a bath and shower, people visiting their relatives in the prison parked their RV's there. Those times are etched on my soul eternally.