Twenty dollars in my pocket
And it just screams your name
Said I got twenty dollars
And it just screams your name

If I had me some wheels
I’d take the back roads to where you stay
All the way

Darling I could really use your company
Because without you I go insane

Twenty dollars in my pocket love
If it were a hundred it’d be the same
Said if I was a rich man all I’d have
A million dollars that’d scream your name

Baby I know money don’t buy the love
But it’d get me to where you stay

If I had me some wheels
I’d take the back roads all the way

But all’s I got me’s these boots
And now that bourbon feels my pain

And when my twenty dollars is gone
I’ll be drunk
Singing your name

(c) 2015

My luck with the arrow
Is not my love for the bow

When you lay down beside
And are arching like so

There is what we release
And what we will hold

We won’t even have to look
At where the arrow will go

Because we’ll know

(c) 2015

Beneath the woven moonlight
And the glistening lapidary against the sapphire eve
Like ice-flakes on a dark hood
For as great as my nearsighted eyes can see

With a cigarette in the driveway
And the feathers of those clouds falling down
My breath and the smoke runs away with the zephyr
And I’m alone again in this pretty how town

Without a sound
Waiting for you to come back around
Without a glance for the ground
Waiting for you to come back

Like the farmers wait for their flax
Or the women tend to the millions of moths
That sound like rain on the roofs
Or that sound like the crackling of my cigarette burning
Breaking the silence beneath the woven cocoon
Light of the white philtrum moon

It’s her and I and the clouds falling down
And just that single solitary sound
Waiting for you to come back around
Hoping you come back soon

(c) 2015