Roadhouse Jazz

Woke up this morning with a shot

already poured

chase chase fair lady

give up your pride

embrace my lips with satin sheets

and leave before I see you

chase chase Mexican warlord

your guns and drugs

can fill this town

tear through my chest with Mighty Light

and leave before they find you

 

but these are silly dreams

that have no real guarantee

for you see, you see

each shot is different

with a cock-eyed little dress

they each have their hearts

 

and to all the minorities  

its been good to know you

17^th Century Ethiopian sunshine

with tiny imperfections

light up the ground!

well, it puts a filter on the camera

Sandpaper

Sepia crayons

I kept a steady pedal

firm grip

consistent awareness

nothing could keep me

down

I drank fast, hard

double digits

warm blooded

I never got cold

 

The first lost

nameless item

Scar tear me tender

Keep away the morning frost

I was frigid

 

The second lost

my most lonely

numb to every passing

option

but 

I keep a steady petal 

Shoulder to the wind

cock-eyed and never cold