MUSIC FOR SALE

Sit soldier stay
At the push of a button
Some of us don’t want
To play
Don’t stand in my way
On the wrong side of
The muzzle
You’ll find yourself
Sleeping today
Turnstile hostage
Can’t get through
His day has been erased
Escape into darkness
In a subway tunnel
Never to be traced

Fresh meadow spring
At the end of an alley
Given to urban decay
Blankets alive as they
Shelter the weather
Making a home where
They lay
Flee from police as they
Follow down streets
And hunt down
Disoriented dogs
Throw you a bone as
You suffer defeat at the
Hooves of a well fed hog

Give a man a dollar and
He’ll beg from you a dime
Tell me is it real I
Got a pocket full of time
The open road to nowhere
Is a textbook holiday
Following the footsteps of
A man who’s lost his way

Over achievers on
Bleeker and Broome
Will rally against
Everything they consume
In street legalese
It’s a Hippocratic oath
In a world of galoshes
And overcoats
Stand tired on their feet
As they’re waiting in line
With a spreadsheet in hand
And a bottle of wine

Picture for a penny
Mister have you any
A hay penny will do
I heard it from a poet
Didn’t even know that
I’d ask this much of you

But over their shoulder on
Any given day
Is the warmth of a blanket
In a cold alleyway
Give a brother loving if
You had some heart
Spinning like a wheel on
A broken cart
Hot plate porridge and
A cup of tea
Hole in my shoe and they
Laugh at me

Always get the feeling that I
Want to go home
But there’s nothing left
So the streets I roam
Find me in the city
On a given day
Underneath a blanket
In an alleyway