Under shroud of sickly moon lite rides.beneath sodden cloak and leather.Under pelting rain .

Over barrren beaten pathway.over polished cobble.rides. eyes a glimmer in the gloaming. Rides.
He
The my way or the highway man
Aboard a wooden steed.The hollows clatter in his soul
Bears witness
To his folly.  
So forward ever
Backward
Never

big Hand laying on top of the small hand straight up midnight.

water drip dropping in the kitchen sink like a dusty jackhammer
solving Chinese algebra in the Blazing noonday Sun

good bye baby so long girl.
you knew the drill off the top of
your head you knew  how to make me hurt....so good
I dreamt that dream again last night standing in the middle of the floor.the music was low the tempo real slow

just how we did a thousand times before  but this time, this time baby
they were just four walls ,the music playing  and the closing of the door.

did you ever do Bojangles at the end of  a social rope.

stretched out on an ant hill looking up at the slate gray skies of Babylon.
Slip a notch.

Hop scotch...
give a dog a bone.
Peas porridge hot Peas porridge Cold.

Slip a notch...no porridge at all.

Park Peggy.
Pull the emergency brake.I throw away the key.
We had a nice ride.
                  Pop my collar against the cold.hands drop deep in my pockets...the city lookspretty from up on.this hill.

Peggy.                  Slow stroll to the rat race.gotta make a killing.

Sixty cents on the dollar.the laundry man is brutal.......Peggy.

Love you baby but I gotta take another route.

There is this girl cross tracks.
Like nobodies business.
Spun my head like a mill on the hill.
Peggy.
Any way.
That's my story
train lites coming up.fast.
Moment.
Of.
Decision.
Kickin rocks.goin the other way baby.
Thump.thump.on the other side of
the tracks now.

Peggy.