Between you and me

Here is a cigarette to share

And some news to hear.

The search for lost music

Is still in session.

Don’t miss out,

Bring all the folks you know,

Not the egg yolks.

Don’t forget the trumpet and

tell Danny that

His order is here.

The search for lost souls

Will start after midnight’s past.

I remember the stupidest things,

And never understand

The real news.

People talk to me but I

Hear nothing.

My soul speaks to

The ones who know

What love is.

And to the ones

Who know what death can do to you.

If you have a blue heart, 

please leave.