“Blues for Sister Sally”, hooked on junk,
Forever hunting, poking for a sign;
I remember when we sang together, drunk
On joy and laughter, and on cheap red wine.
My Brother Jack sits gazing at the sky,
The dark horizon calling him away.
He’ll walk until his ligaments give way,
And leave him stranded, dreaming he can fly.
I walked beneath the hidden city stars
And watched for heartbreak silhouettes inside
The lighted windows far above. The bars
Were letting out, and distant sirens cried.
With twisting fingers spelling out our names,
We throw our wretched poems to the flames.