Long Night Blues

i was sippin' gin when Mel walked in
and strummed along a beer
i had two more (both tall) before
he asked if i could hear
the heartache at the Worthen
loneliness at Brew'd
i shook my head, and simply said
i don't hear nuthin' dude

Market street's all quiet, middle street's all dark
Kerouac still sleeping on the bench right in his park
and sure I'm mostly broken
and sure I'm mostly dead
but I'm here in lowell
and halfway whole
two cold beers and a too warm bed

ahhh, just for fun i bought him one
but Mel couldn't let it go
i shook my head, then i said
"man, you know i just dont' know
I'm a god damned poet, I don't know a thing"
i paid my tab, i got a cab
i still hear him sing

Market street's all quiet, middle street's all dark
Kerouac still sleeping on the bench right in his park
and sure I'm mostly broken
and sure I'm mostly dead
but I'm here in lowell
and halfway whole
two cold beers and a too warm bed

i went back today, hopin' he would play
and i could have a brew
but Mel weren't there, life ain't fair
what's a boy to do?
that's when I heard heartache in the worthen
Jen had come to sing
about grandpa and her childhood
how it meant everything

Market street's all quiet, middle street's all dark
Kerouac still sleeping on the bench right in his park
and sure I'm mostly broken
and sure I'm mostly dead
but I'm here in lowell
and halfway whole
two cold beers and a too warm bed

Hey there Jenny, sing it just for me
Mel ain't here and i need it dear
a song to lift me up
I slapped away a barfly's day
smashed a spidered glass
i tried to laugh a little, but I'd had enough

sure I'm mostly broken
sure I'm mostly dead
I'm here in lowell
halfway whole
two cold beer and a busted head

03/20/2009