one day we all miss pete

hey Luther        
fire up that saxophone up on the fifth floor balcony        
I ain't doin nothin but sitting around here tryin        
to play out another broken heart        
man the quarter has changed        
i just brush it off my shoulders        
fire up a smoke        
flip my collar        
and wander        
       
the trashcan alley cats are skinnier this month        
more winter rain        
leaves less warm food in the dumpsters        
yo i know this one guy named Pete        
who is gonna be so fuckin famous!        
he's my favorite lyricist        
he just needs a call from his daughter        
ever since the V.A. cut off his disability        
she has'nt been comin around much        
       
he's no casanova      
       
but man can he wine and dine a paragraph        
from every consonant to vowel to slippery syllable        
to horrible heartfelt truth you did'nt even ever really wanna know        
yeh he gets it in        
       
i thought about splitting one of my scores        
 with this hooker i'm a bit too familiar with        
to have her call the payphone down on 6th and marek        
and i'd run to the alley behind marqueze's bistro        
and yell pete!!!!!        
       
it's cornelia  man!!!    
cornelia who???????    
conrnelia marie!!!!!!!!          
that half eaten croissant can wait        
cmon bro her dime        
let's go        
       
i would have scripted her to say all the right lies        
like don't worry i know        
no matter what it's alright        
off course we'll get together soon        
       
just to try to get him back on his feet        
encourage him        
a lil bit        
to provide something for someone        
i think that's what he needs        
the most lucrative commodity in these parts        
hope        
that maybe if people we're riding his ticket        
just because he ran into some money        
he would still feel just a lil        
loved        
       
but i'd hate it if someone        
tricked me into thinkin god was on the phone        
and would like to finally review        
a few of my notes        
and i need all the scores i can get nowadays to myself        
so i don't        
i bum him a few smokes        
 and make my way up to the pub on 12th        
       
see genine on the way        
not the lame comic        
this one has 1 less double chin        
and has played a much more tragic part        
than any that other talentless actress could ever aspire to    
       
       
genine plays a mean guitar        
but she ain't doin nothin but sitting around here gettin older        
i love her song about Pete        
about how one day she makes her way back downtown        
and he's nowhere to be seen        
maybe absence does make the heart grow fonder  
 
bout time Pete....