An Ode to Little City

Good morning little city

That begs to me come drink

To travel to its center 

And hear it's pennies clink 

To sit up on the barstool 

And take upon my mind 

A stranger's warming story 

Of newly wedded wife 

Good morning little city 

With both graveyard and book 

With evergreens and needled pines 

And both lover and crook 

With caps of white and golden 

With floor of bottle green 

With rock gardens and children

With window panes and screens 

Good morning little city 

Who grabs me by the wrist 

And walks me to the corner mart

To put liquid on my lips 

Who tugs me by the collar

To the tattoo place on main 

And shoves me oh so drunkenly 

To find that art is pain 

Good morning little city 

That brings me down to earth 

Quite literally, into the cave

With echoes full of mirth 

That puts me in the backyard

Of a Desert Goldenrod 

And forces me to look upon 

The hand of a sweet God

Good morning little city 

I'm leaving you today 

I shall not be returning 

Until my old love moves away 

But wait for me with patience 

I'll come for you in time 

The only thing wrong with you 

Is the man you house inside