2003-04-29 - 2:52 p.m.
this song makes me smile...
ain't no money in poetry / that's what sets the poet free / but i've had all the freedom i can stand / cold dog soup and rainbow pie / are all it takes to get me by / fool my belly till the day i die / William Butler Yeats in jeans / In some joint in Mission Beach last night / At the door sat Tom Waits / In a pork pie hat and silver skates / Jugglin' three collection plates / Townes Van Zandt standin' at the bar / Skinnin' a Hollywood movie star / Can't remember where he parked his car / Or to whom he lost the keys / Full of angst and hillbilly haiku / What's a poor Ft. Worth boy to do / Go on rhyme somethin' for em' man / Show him how you really feel / Ginsberg and Kerouac / Shootin' dice and playin' Ramblin'Jack's guitar / With the cowboy paintin' pickguard on it / And they sat in the back and drank for free / And rhymed orange with Rosalie / Now there's a pride of lions to draw to
