Another Gray Day Again
Hard 2 tell  A M or P M
Spring Wind Bites & Bends
Flocking Birds Clucking Hens
Train Rythm Around the Bend
Distant Whistle Sounds Again
Church Bells Blend
Commander Cody On AM
Big Head  Pseudonym
Raw Nerves Descend
Oak Taste Whiskey Blend
Burnt Tounge On the Mend
Coffee, Eggs & Bacon
No Sun Not My Friend
Wheels Roll to No End
Crashing Waves Pretend
Noon Alarm Strikes Mayhem
Adios A M Hello P M

Sometimes I just want 2  Hide
Break away & Slide
Run Rampant & Stride
Until It Hurts My Sides
Then reveal the Sly Eyed
Relax, Believe, I've Tried
Memories I've Tried 2 Hide
Memories Of Great Might
Short sighted Is My Site
2 Keep Me  Right
2 Keep the Fight
So it won't frite
So it won't Fog my site
So I Can Write Dis Is a
Good Place 2 B

As I have gotten Older
And less active with my Age
I long 4 the lust of my Youth
The passion and the Rage
The longing 2 stick my fingers
and my tounge
in warm, wet,  juicy space
2 feel excited by Flesh
and **** @ a fevered pace
I've lost so much
Of my Face
Yerning 4 that
Speical PLACE
I Feel My *****
All Gone In Haste
I Taste Her Lower  Lips
All Sticky With *** Like Paste

I’ve got pockets full of Emptiness
A wallet  full of Holes
A Million Dollar piece of Sky
And a Mouth full of GOLD

Trouble don’t belong 2 me
I just borrow it now & then
If I could have owned It
I would have hocked it way back when

The City Park is my Address
But I’ve stayed in some not so nice Jails
I’ve eat a lot of Hocks & Beans
But I’ve never made my own Bail

I’ve tried my hand at dis & dat
But nothing’ seemed  2 work
My hand got caught in dis & dat
My mouth’s never had the right words

When it’s Hot I don’t buy cloths
When it’s cold I jog a lot
So send my  gas bill 2 the White House
And put my Mail in the Trouble Slot

I Could Thank U
A Thousand Times
 & You'd B Deaf
2 Each & Every One
  I Could Say I'm    
            Sorry
            BUT

Hold Me As Though
You'll Never Let Me Go
          Kiss Me As If
            My Breath
           Is The Last
       You'll Ever Know
       Squeeze Me With
       All Of Your Heart
             And Soul

How dose your Ship Float?
Corkey Hawley
1982
How dose your Ship Float?

What do you do when
You lose the feeling

When your heart gets
Broken and you need healin’

Does another’s arms
Calm the storm for the night

Or does your ship sink
In the dark and quite

How many holes can you
Put into your ship

Expecting it to stay afloat
While on deck you flounder and slip



CH

New York City alive and
Live’n still

If the roaches don’t
Get ya, the taxes sure
Will

It’s ***** all year and
It stinks as bad as hell
But the actions so exciting
It gives ya such a thrill

1982



You & Me, Baby

You’re a lady
who needs a tender touch
You don’t like anything
That’s rushed….too much

I’ve seen the disappointment
In you eyes
I’ve tasted your tears
When you cry
We’ve been closer than
Any I believe
I’ve stayed longer then some
Should I leave?

You know it’s down to
You and me
Sometimes I think I
Should leave
Buy those baby blues
Plead please stay

Sing for me one more
Refrain for today
Please no more
Rain today

I’m not quite the bargain
You thought I’d be
I’m not as cheap to keep
As I claimed to be
I spent your dime
Take’n my time
Now heartache is the
Only thing I find in rhyme

I’m just that lonely
Guitar picker you found one night
Lookin’ for a home, some warmth,
And a feelin’ that felt right
You’re the one who saved
Me from myself
I could have died lonely
Without any help

When those who called
Them shelves my friend
Were stabbing me in the back
You showed me
that it wasn’t the end


CH ‘82



Street Music

There’s a lot of good people
Play’n music in the streets
Singing really fine for all
Gett’n little change for
Something to eat
They never ask for anything
They mostly sing and play for free
Freeze in winter, thaw in spring
Boogie in summer, the fall they never see
Most people don’t stop to listen
They’re to busy going by
They don’t know what they’re
Miss’n they don’t even stop
To wonder why

Street people play’n music
There’s a lot to pick from
Street people play’n music
Catch a song on the run
Street people play’n music
Lord knows I’ve been one




Wiley Words of Wit
Corkey Hawley  11-79

The hounds are hiding behind
Their burning bushes and
In flaming tongues they find
Some wisdom there in Whitman
And metaphysics in Donne’s
a kind
Of wily words of wit

These flaming, dancing tongues
Bound between the hounds
While beyond all burning tongues
A silver fox is found
Who leads the hounds upon a run
With wily words of wit

The bushes, they have burned
And scared the fox so deep
Now it’s the hound’s turn
To see and feel the heat
As the hounds pursue and yarn
For wily words of wit



Oh The Tropics


Living in the sunny tropics
That would be the life for me
Lying on the sands
With some *** in my hand
Toasting to the stars and the sea

Eating crab meat all day
Watching the palm trees sway
Never give a care for tomorrow
Just living down by the bay

Chorus:

They don’t make a Pinacolada
Like they do
in the South Seas
And the sun don’t shine
Like strawberry wine
Except in the South Seas

I’d strum my guitar on
Some old sand bar
And tan my form in the sun
Lay down for a while, and stay
With a smile until the day is done

Picking fruit form the trees
As much as you please
And taking more then you could eat
Find a friend on the beach
And give her a treat, maybe she’ll
Stay for a week



What A Way to Go

Met him in Seattle, he bellied up
To a bottle tellin’ lies in the Blue Moon Bar
His face was hard and traveled
And, as the lines unraveled I saw a man
Who could laugh about his scars

He said,” I got shanghaied in Vegas
By a painted woman
Hog tied by a ****** in Ohio
Derailed by a dancer down in Detroit
Lord women goin’a be the death of me
But what a way to go”

He said, a girl named Nancy
Once tickled his fancy
And he backed it up
With a fifty dollar smile
He laughed when he remembered
The pain of sweet surrender
But heartaches never seemed
To cramp his style

He said,” I got tongue tied
by a teacher in Tallahatchie
French fried by a waitress in Idaho
Way laid by a widow in Wyoming
Women goin’a be the death of me
But what a way to go”

CH ‘82



This Must Be Love

The sun came shining
Through my window today
Waking me from pleasant
Dreams I wished would stay
Then I felt your body
Next to mine
Warm’n my cares away
I almost thought that
Your love had gone astray

Chorus:
Is this love, love, love, sweet love?
All these feelings I’ve got inside
Is this love, love, love, sweet love?
All these feelings I can’t hide

The sound of, I love you,
is ring’n in my ears
As we hold each other tight
We draw each other so near
All I ever want or need
Are those precious words to hear
But then you know, the feelings
I’ve got aren’t quite clear

Chorus:




Here’s to…

Here’s to the morning light
Which I so seldom see
Here’s to the woman who
Cares for and comforts me

Here’s to the songs I write
Which are so seldom sung
And here’s to every blessed
Little thing I’ve ever done

The night it lasts forever
When I try to find some rhyme
That fits within the meter
And keeps a steady time

I could spend the night
Awake searching lines inside my head
Instead of turning in my pen
And taking comfort in my bed

She never understands
The reasons or the whys
For my midnight madness
Sometimes it makes her cry

I’ve never meant to hurt her
With my all night writing sprees
I just want to leave behind
some songs
A little part of me

CH