Rhythmic Events

coffee and a cigarette
ashtray full of nicorette
gum up the works
say hi to the turks
sippin a cup-o-mud
thinning out my aching blood
what the fuck was that loud thud?
feet upon the pavement now
stop to say how now brown cow?
shore is a-hot
we stop here a lot
look what I got
tied up in a knot
now we're driving in a cadillac
'cuz someone had a heartattack
gonna see the show tonight?
only if the mood is right
hope they didn't start a fight
now my fuckin head is light
fallin on the floor and I can't get up
rollin and a-groovin, I spilled my cup
starin at the stars
questioning the wars
fallin in my brain
ain't nothing insane
say a short prayer
in the warm country air
nobody recalls what we did down there
nobody recalls what we did down there
that ain't bad
it ain't good
do what you will
just stop when you should
quit while ahead
or you might be dead
pushin up daisies, food for the worms
shoulda washed your hands to avoid all the germs

©Tim Whalen