Chris Two

Shadows make strokes, against the falling rain, tell everyone I’m broke, echoes of an empty suitcase, another sad holiday, it's no news to me, at St Anthony’s alone, loss carries uncertainty, when you need loans, carried over till payday, you sink without trace, it’s my form of grace, songs of a dismal tone, lonely trains, whistle and moan, to begin again, lovers gone on 'planes, or down the Freeway, once a happy soul, reclaimed from the cafes, listen to this joke, I’m back in town again.