Johnny Two

Stands by my unlit lamp, a tree, a bridge, shaking, he waits like a tramp, listens to some muted song, who would ever negate, a need to belong, better take a chance, if he plays this game, can always go to France, hopes he’s not wrong, looking at the rain, stream against a naked bar, ask how much this path, shuffles his remains, no more wounds to lance, someone will come along, say Heh Pal this way, put something in his pocket, cigarettes and laughs, beer sipped like champagne, here he lets life dance, praises each sweet day.