To live outside the law you must be honest
About having to be scrounging for your next meal
Look out kid, it’s something you did
Yes, indeed, you gotta serve somebody
There was something about you, baby, that I liked that was always too good for this world
I was thinking of a series of dreams
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
May you stay forever young
A lover for your life and nothing more
When I was down you just stood there grinning
Your warehouse eyes your Arabian drum
But nobody can sing the blues like blind Willie McTell
Call-girls in the doorway, giving me the eye
And someday maybe who knows baby I’ll come and be cryin’ to you
–Black Moleskine Commonplace Book, pages 186-187, May 2019
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