Eleven On A Scale Of Ten, Honey,

Caught Between The Longing For Love, And The Struggle For The Legal Tender, Where The Sirens Sing And The Church Bells Ring, And The Junk Man Pounds His Fender. Where The Veterans Dream Of The Fight, Fast Asleep At The Traffic Light, And The Children Solemnly Wait For The Ice Cream Vendor.

Coffee In The Morning, Cocaine Afternoons.

I’m Going To Be A Happy Idiot And Struggle For The Legal Tender.

I Let Her Do Some Of My Laundry And She Slipped In A Few Meals In Between, And Next Thing I Remember, She Was All Moved In.

I Taught Myself To Play The Piano, Because I Wanted To Play It.