Freddie Freeloader
i smoke and listen to jazz
under starry nights aching
for loneliness like a flower
lying in my palm
where all the pretty blondes wait
for me to drag my eyes
from heroin infested ditches
filled with beetles crawling
and fucking through the empty ears
of lost recovering soldiers
hearing Miles Davis: da-dum da-dum
in cool air conditioned rooms.
Nessun commento:
Posta un commento