with permission...


Living in Los Angeles

I’m up to drinking more than I normally would
I can’t go outside walking through the neighborhood
My morning coffee sitting on a wooden stool
Cup of iced water sat beside the heated swimming pool

Speakers in my ears as the beach goes rolling by.
Shooting hoops in groups, perfect bodies meet my eye
The stars move under the soles of the tourist feet
Red carpet runways show us where the rich and famous meet

There’s nothing like working the bar
One dollar bills in my tip jar
Playing blackjack upon my bed
Burning incense and underfed

Too little sleep and too much wine
I’m finding all of the lost time
Place bets on who can stay awake
sat on the roof until daybreak

Listen to sirens and the paramedic’s horn.
It’s all good in the ‘Wood’, just keep your weapons drawn,
Walk Cent’ry, two blocks East, for dollar Chinese food,
Look at the pavement so my presence isn’t misconstrued.

There’s nothing like working the bar
One dollar bills in my tip jar
Playing blackjack upon my bed
Burning incense and underfed

While shooting pool we drink some beer,
Sublime is on for all to hear.
The Angel’s touched me I believe,
I might depart, I’ll never leave.