some lines i often return to

But when he’s gone me and those lonely blues collide, the bed’s too big the frying pan’s too wide
He hangs out down on Alvarado street by the Pioneer Chicken Stand
They say he rode in on the back of a pick-up and he won’t leave town till you remember his name
A rat done bit my sister Nell, with Whitey on the moon, her arms and face began to swell and Whitey’s on the moon
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
A bim beri glassala glandrideE glassala tuffm I zimbra
A handful of thorns and you’ll know you’ve missed it you lose your love when you say the word mine

Bob Wiseman