jazz.
a great night for me would be a pool table, a nice beer or liquor, and jazz. or a prairie home companion. Somewhere in a cabin, with snow outside. Take a deep breath of that mountain air and light a cigarette. who are you?
I lay on my bed and think about things. I contemplate just about everything until I realize that I'm not really doing anything. OH I am so clever. Without anything to do, I'm a mess.
One more thing, then another
trying to find something that will make me happy
i am
searching
it should be easy to start from the bottom
and work my way up
because i am already there
As much as I would like, smoking in my bed just isn't something I feel completely comfortable with.
Come on over and I'll wrap you up in my world
I have her warmth in an envelope
her real thoughts
aren't on paper
you look into my eyes and I'm looking at you.
"What?" she asks with a curious smile.
"Nothing" I say.
"I thought you were going to say something."
no. nothing that you wanted to hear at least.
your thoughts are on your sleeve
and you haven't washed that shirt in ages
maybe i'll surprise you
this is our town
but you hate your house
i tried to give my jewish friend a piggy back ride the other day.
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