I'll park here
Not there
Because some distance is good
The little clouds
Orphaned
By congress
Drift aimlessly
Above their defeated gods
Knowing they belong inside
-smokers
the banished
blind beggars at the fish gate
Monday
Following karaoke friday
Not there
Because some distance is good
The little clouds
Orphaned
By congress
Drift aimlessly
Above their defeated gods
Knowing they belong inside
-smokers
the banished
blind beggars at the fish gate
Monday
Following karaoke friday
and
Sweet sixteen saturday
Sweet sixteen saturday
and
Heartbreak sunday
Heartbreak sunday
now,
it's Just nothin monday
The barmaid, the cook and me
Seven giant screens
Babble to no one
As the insane meter spins
The scrambled trail of cold stools
Ignore me
King
To a spent court
Grabbing one of the insolent bitches
I drag her feet
Make her mine
Conqueror at last
The barmaid
Is friday's dirty glass wench
Because damned if real talent
Would pull a monday
Wasting spilled shirts
And tight ass wiggle
to loser tips
This one's talent
Knew another generation.
Yesterday's glass slipper
And sneaked peaks
is now a damp basement
where the empties are stored
Her tired grey eyes
Have seen a thousand me's
And we both know it
The cook
Is just a kid on his way to nowhere
But only the barmaid
And i know this
And we keep silent
A good cook
A real cook
Would pirate the slow
Like bullion
To spend later
but he buys basketball fame
With lazy quarters
and even in this
She takes five to beat him
And pounds his stardust glory
to shreds
Cheeseburger and rings
Cuz it's safe
and he broods to the kitchen
like it's ten years
On the rock pile
She snickers
Snaps her gum
And opens me another Bud
Later
When neon sleeps
He'll lay on his single bed
Her tired grey eyes
Have seen a thousand me's
And we both know it
The cook
Is just a kid on his way to nowhere
But only the barmaid
And i know this
And we keep silent
A good cook
A real cook
Would pirate the slow
Like bullion
To spend later
but he buys basketball fame
With lazy quarters
and even in this
She takes five to beat him
And pounds his stardust glory
to shreds
Cheeseburger and rings
Cuz it's safe
and he broods to the kitchen
like it's ten years
On the rock pile
She snickers
Snaps her gum
And opens me another Bud
Later
When neon sleeps
He'll lay on his single bed
in momma's house
Ankle over knee
Hands behind head
And be something other
Than a cook
Later
When neon sleeps
She'll peek the kids
Pay the sitter
And light the days
Last cigarette
wondering
When she stopped feeling
Later
When neon sleeps
He'll wonder
Of the barmaid and cook
Wishing he could heal them
For on a monday night full of leftover nothing,
These three broken soldiers
Shared a common trench
Ankle over knee
Hands behind head
And be something other
Than a cook
Later
When neon sleeps
She'll peek the kids
Pay the sitter
And light the days
Last cigarette
wondering
When she stopped feeling
Later
When neon sleeps
He'll wonder
Of the barmaid and cook
Wishing he could heal them
For on a monday night full of leftover nothing,
These three broken soldiers
Shared a common trench
~rick
