Handsome slick wandering minstrel
song singing son
of a bitch
Supersonic phony as if the great burst
of psychedelic height
never was
Oh quite room filled with gloom and
computer and
records
Earful eyeful thoughtful soul
as the night is dark
Keep looking for the moment when
the sun lights the
earth
The moment when light gives birth
to the new day
It's at night
devoid of sunlight
that I dream the most
I soak in the memories of tomorrow
and await the radiant sunshine
so I can begin again
What if we went out west and opened a shack that had the best
home made organic artisan beef jerky in town
And I told jokes and tap danced while our dog cooked
the most unbelievable burgers over hot coals
And we sold them for only a buck
