I've got a little black book with my poems in.Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in.I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.Got those swollen hand blues.I've got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from.I've got electric light.And I've got second sight.I've got amazing powers of observation....I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm.And the inevitable pinhole burnsAll down the front of my favorite satin shirt.I've got nicotine stains on my fingers.I've got a silver spoon on a chain.I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.I've got wild staring eyes.And I've got a strong urge to fly.But I've got nowhere to fly to.
