Tom Waits
Say Grace
God, may we all
amidst a storm
safe by a fire
bright and warm
send to those
left exposed
Good Will and a
much wider brim
to keep the pelting rain
from hammering them
Best Friend
My dog stayed with me
Even on the streets of Manhattan
See, Fido, it means faithful
in Latin
Coffee
Steam from the coffee
And the stirring of the cup
The spoon going round
Says giddyup
Giddyup
A Dream
Everything is numbered
Everything
There is only a certain amount
of everything
Laughs
Shaves
Skinned knees
Babies
Tears
Steaks
Smokes
Songs
Everything
And maybe at the
top of the sky
you will find the bottom
of a boat
And in it is an
unshaven God
holding a pole
a line
and a float
And dangling from
a golden hook
is a blue jewel
The one you dreamed about
And the blue jewel
is just like your blue eye
blinking beneath your
sleepy eyelids
And then way down the rabbit hole
you slide
and splash into the sea
And the sun comes up
And you are only seven
Then he pulls you into the boat
And that is heaven