Almost all gone
racing to the end
strange wide and frightened smile
over’s my only friend
9:300 knock on the door
housekeeping? sure, more towels
and tell me again
how your momma met your daddy
at the Rambling Inn
I’m sketching 82nd Avenue,
Rod Stewart just walked by circa 1982.
I wonder what the shady ladies really do.
Children on the playground
now that sound, that sound
is the same world round
her dreams are the same as mine
but she’ll stay when I leave this town
the bartender sings along
with the jukebox, whatever’s on
and the morning man who wack the weeds
he’s only spreading seeds
I’m sketching 82nd Avenue,
morning junkies, how do ya do?
time’s an old man chalking his cue.
And with the sinking sun
the drowning comes
like a flood
the night swims through the day
blowhole moon, Jonah’s whale
got to get away, got to get away,
got to get away, got to get away…
I’m sketching 82nd Avenue,
where the good times won’t find you.
Still wonder what the shady ladies really do.