a freezing night and a fresh batch of stars
harvest moon, reap no joy from me
gotta dig deep in my torn pocket if I even got any
laying in the dewy green grass
fast forward to mourning--alarm rings --- not looking forward to this
I was supposed to go an interview downtown for a job I really didn’t want
but I don’t wanna go don’t cha know so I won’t
instead I think I’ll go the Berghoff for lunch
some wienerschnitzel and an old fashioned german bock beer
the kind my old man drank many sundowns ago
in his brown easy chair in front of the tv in the walnut wood paneled den
watching some hockey or football or whatever
yelling at the tv like they can really hear him
then I’ll hang around a couple of old haunts for some more drinks
buying drinks for the ghosts
still fascinated by watching the drawbridges in downtown Chicago operate
up and down to let the big boats by
see the rich and famous or rich anyway on their yachts
see the rich and famous or infamous walking around on michigan avenue
but hey take a right at jealousy road and you’ll end up in bittertown
life ain’t fair but why would anyone think it should be?
should of caught the 3;15 or 4;25 or 5;15 home but what the hell
the trains run all night and so will I, so will I
