Jeff knocks at 1128
waits at the stairs
me and Marcus scurry down

got his $%&^ on the rail
bright shocks our eyss
we stumble adaze

we'll save all our stories
for the tea and the shade


I know I didn't write you
but then there was no desire to
I see a sea of faces

I wish I had

Thomas's wrists on his chins

kelly green shirt
smirkin' 'cause he don't
got a nickle to pitch

steamin' plates
they for reach
we politely withhold

can't put out a fork
til Marcus has thanked the Lord


we laugh about our friends
from gradeschool
working for their fathers and

Marcus tells me Rose is doing great

and we know we sleep so long on borrowed grants and dimes from Miles

and you know that package of yours makes me proud and bittersweet with time

and we know we sleep so long on borrowed grants and dimes from Miles

and you know that package of yours makes me proud and bittersweet with time