you might need a wrinkle
walking down
Main Street
parallel parking
dry cleaners
the stove  pipe
cigar shop  
maybe a glass to
smoke your ice into a
head
he sells that now
rolling papers
a wicked meerschaum head pipe
looks like
Santa
imagine a rock there
rush
yeah
and the ***** cinema
with low life pimps
saying hey my sister
is the good dude
you saw too much in Vietnam
in Phnom Penh
sixty seven
never thought you'd see
third world back here
had a needle
in your vein
every second
broke that
habit
arrived back to crack and ice
seems like drugs evolve faster than we do
and pain
is always there
oh
how the world gets
smaller
tell me
why the hell
we were there