A song in the style of 90s-era Tom Waits

A conversation with Traci Paris reminded me I wrote this and totally forgotten about it. Since otherwise it will just collect digital dust on my hard drive, I'll present it here. No title yet.

Hetta Rose doesn’t like this water in her hair

and we’ve been in Sausalito half a week

we need to find the kerchief with the green and yellow squares

to tie the two by seven hose that has a leak

to tie the two by seven hose that has a leak

so let me have those Madeilenes  that turned a little white

and I promise that I won’t come back no more

they used to give a box of rolls to me and Jack the Turk

for cleaning all the feathers off the floor.

for cleaning all the feathers off the floor.

but Independence isn’t the kind of place it used to be

the trains don’t even leave behind the steam

the comics store gets closed up when the chickens go to bed

and a brewer leads the lineup on our team

and a brewer leads the lineup on our team

Seamus built a chapel up on Cemetery Road

and took the people in on Tuesday nights,

he prayed the angels take the bottle hid behind the seventh pew

but Saturday the house was locked up tight

but Saturday the house was locked up tight

they’d said the Waters gas machine would put us on the map

we’d bring in folks from  Memphis and Tuskegee

but if you have an open Pearl Street lot you bought in ’17

you couldn’t get eleven bucks from me

you couldn’t get eleven bucks from me