Spare Change

The smell of diesel rolls through these streets

And the rain’s a fallin’

The leaves make rust colored puddles on the sidewalks

The clouds twirled like some curtain laced satin pillow

I fumble for a cigarette, but they are all soaking wet

It’s gonna be one of those nights

Taxi cabs carrying sad faced occupants to the one place

They don’t want to be

I’m as broke as a meth head on his way down

And as broken down as these rusted out old cars

Lined up like some post-apocalyptic graveyard

I stop in front of the late night dinner

The plate glass window shimmers with a blurred reflection

Of myself staring back like a ghost of the city

The night flows like black onyx

And the buses wheeze and cough up the hill

And I’m tired of this goddamn rain

Adrift on this concrete sea

Battered and washed up on the shore

The moon’s been shy tonight

Hiding behind the clouds like a child

Clinging to the skirt of her mother

And I’m all mixed up on mixed drinks

The interstate ramps wind like blacktop anacondas

These billboards aren’t fooling anyone

And I wish I could pick the words out of my brain

Rearrange them just a little, and

Maybe they’d make more sense to me

Every new city is like the same old song

This bar is full of urban cowboys that got all fenced in

I guess it comes with age

The streets are full of big dreams that got lost in the night

This life ain't for the living

The barflies swarm for their next taste of nectar

S**t covered exterior

Is it bad I know them all by name?

The bartenders know my drinks, but

They're a little hazy on my story

The old men hold their bottles like a grudge

As they go fishin' for an ear
And the girl at the end of the bar

With the Audrey Hepburn eyes

And the Marilyn Monroe thighs

It's gonna be one of those nights