Chrissy

Lit up at some ocean bar, well within the hurricane zones, I search forgotten charts, only fools pay dues, leave you to drink alone, trade on someone’s virtue, you can only go so far, before the thing unfolds, start to chant C’mon, even without a feud, on throwaway 'phones, my ravaged face is Blue, his hair spiked like tar, saints reveal their bones, where is my lovely Da, a trail so well used, far away from home, pass me ‘round a tissue, find my lucky stone.