Queenie

Am pretty sure of what to do, around your knees, a tattered sheepskin to warm you, birds cling to the jetty, passion doesn't need me, it hardly did on holiday, your lover sings the blues, she makes me feel uneasy, I’m not the best crew, when orange lights the sea, all my turbulent dreams count the chimes of liberty honest but uncool, you'd never fight for me, which is sad but true water boils seething, we drink absinthe at tea, drunk to pass the crudites, set our spirits free .