Bourbon street

when times get rough and ugly
and he knows he just gor beat
he slips off to his hideaway
way down on bourbon street

everything is better there
at least for just a while
where no one's playing dirty tricks
behind a phony smile

bourbon street's a corner
in the mansion of his mind
where the pieces of his puzzle
he need not try to find

he goes down there in darkness
or if sunshines all around
'cause bourbon streets his Kismet
and where his truth is found

(lament for a hopeless drunk
or
the message in a bottle)

1998