Sleeveless in Seattle

cruising through the pouring rain
night of the living dregs in my brain
thrown away dreams clogging up the drain

given away my slick jacket of satin
nothing left now but this picture of Patton
to stay awake keep repeating words of Latin

mea culpa I need a job something new
need something to take my mind off you
maybe the coffee house can give me something to do

Don McLean had his American Pie
so please explain to me why then can't I
keep off the sauce give the smoke a kiss goodbye

for lunch a giant box of Fiddle Faddle
broke as hell up the creek without a paddle
not even a decent shirt sleeveless in Seattle  

Gomer LePoet ....