listen

and i listen to
the music and it
fills my soul with
longing and remembr-
ance, the dance that
never was nor will be -
two fisted drinking like
a real journalist, giving
Lough his due and then
he's gone and you're
gone and snowcone
is gone and the
black tooth
dog is at
the door
with a
cd of
music i
just can't
help but listen
to over and over a-
gain.