"Sleepy Times"
The golden moon lost its flow in the Mississippi's bottom's mud.
A glow of a radio’s tube starts to flow.
While the rain beats against my windowpane.
Life is sane but love is not.
Hot paper flame burns to cinder fame.
I stir in my sleep.
But I never get in deep.
To the bottom of the top.
Then I stop in at the bagel shop.
Listen to blues and bebop.
Tap your shoes to the schools of fishy fools.
The golden moon lost its flow in the Mississippi's bottom's mud.
A glow of a radio’s tube starts to flow.
While the rain beats against my windowpane.
Life is sane but love is not.
Hot paper flame burns to cinder fame.
I stir in my sleep.
But I never get in deep.
To the bottom of the top.
Then I stop in at the bagel shop.
Listen to blues and bebop.
Tap your shoes to the schools of fishy fools.
By Jon Billet's
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