The 500 Club

I come in here to not be recognized
Damn it
Most of the charisma’s in the sign’s fretting old neon martini glass anyway
Open at 6 am for the cops and the graveyarders and the amphetamine aficionados and the firefighters and the dipsos
And the pompadoured bastard behind the bar tells me
All living’s gotten to be pretty hard anyway
Where and when the spring’s gone and run off to
Too far ahead to catch as all it does is rain
Here is that’s that
While they…