free man pocket


as the sea comes up on my boney knee
i will go down on the bow of the ship
holding a thought
of now i can slow down and lay my weary head

a future of soft head rest
no catch upon my cuff
i run free on the loose ruff
and do my younger stuff

a showman knows the difference
between freedom and the loose
he puts it in his pocket
where no one ever looks

hand jive made me dizzy
i thought i had a stroke
the whole world is too busy
and now i find me broke

all i want is myself
wrapped up for Christmas day
to be alone with me again
is all i have to say

but oh - if i had a scribe.. to take my every word
id pay them twice the going rate
id be a happy fucking boid
a new thing come from way behind