Midnight it comes and goes.
I got a bad feeling tonight,
But it donít matter.
From the Monastery of the Sisters
Iím speeding through this
Mirage Trading Post of Love.
The only thing anyone can remember
Than was bigger than this
Was when the oil truck flipped over
And nearly burned the town down.
And they know it, Dreamers, that they are.
Angels of the empty theater
Melt into backstage shrouds
To see if youíre gonna be defined by loss
When youíre tested to see
If youíre gonna stay true.
The high rollers and their adjusters
Muscle back into town,
Stay in the best hotels,
Couldnít be more worthless if they tried.
Chasing spiders in Uncle Sam hats,
Outsourcing the Commander in Chief,
Put a camera on every pair of eyelids
And still not see.
Spoken word version from Homage.
Copyright © 2007 by Jim Cohn.