Outside in the rain,
Come back in and sank four Jack Daniels
Than any line he has ever walked.
Through side streets and sirens his eyes wide open
To welcome the moon,
A few stray stars following him back
To the house.
Inside he looks out of the window and sees
Tom Waits down there by the train,
Looks up to see Leonard Cohen sat like a bird
On a wire.
Turns back to the room where Elvis is all shook up,
Cash is pill popped and frazzled
His words strung out in one continuous
Marilyn Monroe, blond and soft and seductive,
Is sprawled on the bed
Where he lies alone, his eyes melting inside out from
The ruptured core of the moon,
A few stray stars sliding like hot tears down
Onto his chest where they pool like the molten
contents of his exploding mind.