Who left you so? Striking a match for the keyhole Dark as the evening laid When he left you all alone Turning to fade through the sawgrass Tall
Reading letters Ancient coins And pockets full of earth Chance I'll see you Next December Bathtub running Joining hands And naked as a
Mr. Henry and the muscle man, yeah, with shoes on a night there was no road to stand Like a letter in a stolen purse, she was bored of her weight, she
I was walking far from home Where the names were not burned along the wall Saw a building, high as heaven But the door was so small, door was so small
Let's go out and dance, darling, our last of days And grace the game with a blindfold on The cheaters came to play And outside the soft-handed boys
And if I died at twenty-three Would you bury me in the sunshine? Please let me know that you?re still mine Though I?m gone My love for you is oh-so
Tell me, baby, tell me Are you still on the stoop Watching the windows close? I've not seen you lately On the street by the beach Or places we used
I am thinking it's a sign That the freckles in our eyes Are mirror images and when we kiss They're perfectly aligned And I have to speculate That God
Two flat tires on the Model T Two birds fightin' for a worm Faded squares like snowy TV screens Where your photographs were hung Keep Old Glory folded
Stepping gently down the garden row Susie she prays but yet nothing grows Empty driveway and a flagpole tap Breeze at her back & her hands in her lap
The postman passed me twice now, I have waited an hour Blue sky churning black now, needled rain with the power Of magnified abandon, soaking through
How do you bust the clouds? Grass on your back been hanging in the air I wanna scope you out I wanna touch your mouth when you're up there When
Louise only got from me innocent poetry Although she played to not listen But still I can hear myself speak as if no one else Ever could offer the
Warm in the jailhouse in Brownsville, asleep, A bootful of liquor he borrowed. He dreamed he was colored and waiting to meet the rich man drawing tomorrow
There's a rooster, a hen, a black dog By my kid in the yard And I've tattooed the head Of the woman I've wed on my arm We sit on the lawn And
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel You were talking so brave and so smooth Giving me head on the unmade bed While the limousine waits in the
Give me your hand The dog in the garden row is covered in mud And dragging your mother?s clothes Cinder and smoke The snake in the basement
Magazines and paperbacks, the perfect rainy day Jenny's packed the car by now and probably on her way Rise and put the kettle on, this feeling calls