Phoenix Street

THE LAST TIME I MADE A RECORD IT WAS MY GAME DOESN’T HAVE A NAME A FEW DAYS BEFORE I HAD TO RECORD VOCALS I CHECKED INTO A CHEAP MOTEL I WENT TO WAL MART AND BOUGHT A BOTTLE OF BOMBAY SAPPHIRE SOME DIET TONIC WATER A BIG BAG OF SUNFLOWER SEEDS BABY CARROTS AND SPICY HUMMUS DRIVING THROUGH THE TOWN I HAD NEVER BEEN THERE BEFORE PHOENIX STREET ROWS OF PRETTY SHOPS IT WAS UNSEASONABLY MILD AND RAIN WAS COMING IN I COULD SEE IT OVER THE CLOUDS CREEPING IN FROM THE LAKE I GOT BREAKFAST ON PHOENIX STREET WALKED DOWN TO THE PIER IT BEGAN TO RAIN A MILE FROM MY TRUCK I WALKED ALONE TO EDGE OF THE PIER THE STORM CAME THE WAVES CRASHED ALONG THE STONE SIDES MY BOOTS WERE SOAKED I GOT BACK INTO MY TRUCK AND WENT BACK TO MY ROOM WRITING ALL DAY AT THE TINY DESK A SMALL PILE OF MAGAZINES AND NOTEPADS I HAD BROUGHT WITH ME SITTING ON THE COFFEE TABLE BEHIND ME AN ACOUSTIC GUITAR OUT OF THE CASE I GOT BREAKFAST AGAIN AT PHOENIX STREET SAT AT THE COUNTER AND DRANK A LOT OF COFFEE ASKED FOR HOT SAUCE WITH MY VEGGIE HASH THEY GAVE ME FRANK’S I HATE FRANK’S I POINTED TO THE TABASCO BEHIND THE BAR NEAR THE BLOODY MARY MIX THE WAITRESS ASKED IF I WAS GOING TO COME BACK I SAID “YEAH, MAYBE TOMORROW, WHERE WILL YOU BE TONIGHT?” SHE SAID IDLER’S, AND I SAID I’D SEE HER THERE MAYBE I’D BE THERE WITH BABY I WANTED TO SEE WHERE THE YOUNG PEOPLE WENT IT RAINED THAT NIGHT UNDER STREET LIGHTS ON PHOENIX…