The street light buzzes day into nightyesterdays stench lingers in the summer airwrinkles on my face from many days gone byI say goodnight to Kelly Jo as she flips her sign to closedGailan holding onto the hope tomorrow may...

Standing like a figure from some Twain adventure i keep wondering when drubin's gonna put beads in that hair when the fires came up from the underworld he spit them out with a harsh breath i swear I have...

Sat down in the booth next to uncle Dick's table  Karla comes with coffee and a hello  haven't seen you in forever  how you doing   she responded with a smile  one cream or two  Theron Targareon is telling...

 Born from a light in a tunnel  raised by angels and rakes  broken teeth left on the asphalt  holes in the shoes on my feet  privilege to eat at the table  gold to fill in my teeth  built myself...