Let it Ride

Let it Ride

Something’s missing
Everything is on the table

All the ingredients to make the last supper
Pot is simmering tea kettle is playing

Place mats set for all that matter

Candle stands with a flame
Wine glass full of Rose’

Pleats are ironed and my shirt is tucked in
Hair in place shoes shined right

Stand on the precipice
Of what feeds my soul

Gnawing inside is a demon
Puts himself back into my life

Not what I want I’m tired of chasing
Fables of destiny with a gold roof

Cast this gambler out of the hall of Anger
Put my money back in the pocket

Put life onto paper
More fulfilling than chasing ghosts around me

Or having insufficient funds
Costs a nickel of my head
Never lose living through music