Gray Man Blues
I’m a ghost inside a meat suit
dirty blonde and eyes of ice
no desire for a square job
I’m a hustler tossin’ dice
the birthplace of this bastard
was up above the looney tunes
momma worked a double
on the day that I was brewed
she burned both ends of the candle
keeping up with baby booms
eleven o’ one p.m., Rockford, Illi-Noose
I’m a spirit in a flesh pod
who never learned how to choose
now this bittersweet gray man
sings the blues
let me tell ya about a girl
I’d be remiss to slush her
she was made of fire and flax
emeralds and disorders
her heart pumped straight-up caramel
her loins dripped honey bee puke
she nailed my heart to another man
and took the light out of my truth
now I’m walking to the gas hut
crimson shirt drips on my shoes
I’ll throw it in the dumpster
and get a free twelve pack of booze
drunken with my nipples bare
dreaming up new forms of doom
Dianne’s boy, sweetly bitter
with the blues.
now I’m forty, lost in Houston
on the withdrawal walk down Fannin
everyone here loves that cherry wine
I’m try’na find that bag of phantom
can’t remember how I got here
does the bus run when it snows?
gotta hightail it to Aldine
find a plug, powder my nose
cut me slack, babe, show me favor
let me drink deep of your flavor
with a crushed can and a bunch of change
waiting by the corner store
When I looked up to the starlight
something said, “Rob—that’ll do!”
my life is like an abandoned car
that’s still fat with unburnt fuel
what you think now, Mr. Bruni?
of these demons that consume me?
of the decades in the poison place
and the nightshade in my well
you said my epic would outlive me
but tonight I’m not so sure
every bet I make is even
they will never call me pure
my sweet soul still craves the spotlight
I guess it hasn’t heard the news
another cliché gray man
sings the blues.
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