My 
House
Well it's 9th
and Hennepin
And all the
donuts have
Names that
sound like prostitutes
And the moon's
teeth marks are
On the sky
like a tarp thrown over all this
And the broken
umbrellas like
Dead birds
and the steam
Comes out of
the grill like
The whole goddamned
town is ready to blow.
And the bricks
are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos
And everyone
is behaving like dogs.
And the horses
are coming down Violin Road
And Dutch is
dead on his feet
And the rooms
all smell like diesel
And you take
on the
Dreams of the
ones who have slept here.
And I'm lost
in the window
I hide on the
stairway
I hang in the
curtain
I sleep in
your hat
And no one
brings anything
Small into
a bar around here.
They all started
out with bad directions
And the girl
behind the bar has a tattooed tear,
One for every
year he's away she said, such
A crumbling
beauty, ahhh there's
Nothing wrong
with her that
$100 won't
fix, she has that razor sadness
That only gets
worse
With the clang
and thunder of the
Southern Pacific
going by
As the clock
ticks out like a dripping faucet
Till you're
full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
And you spill
out
Over the side
to anyone who'll listen
And I've seen
it all
I've seen it
All through
the yellow windows
Of the evening
train.
Tom Waits
'9th & Hennepin'
This is My House.
Please check your minds at
the door and
Enter
with caution.
