Tuesday, April 29, 2014

KILLING TIME IN HONOLULU

 Reflecting on an incident in the life, lo, some thirty years ago - or so.


I was killing time in Honolulu
waiting for an ocean liner
coming into port
a little later that same day

I was sitting in a bar
drinking congnac, smoking fags
had no friends, no close companions
no reason for to stay.

At noon some messed up whore
came pushing through the door
the daylight shooting in behind her
was so bright I couldn't look

She swayed while she was asking
if I'd like a little action
I said, no, I've got no time
I want to finish up my book.

It's a sad old world we live in
disappointment follows pleasure
and we've never got enough of what we get
we think if we keep punching
our lives will come to something
but it's not much that life has ever come to yet.

The whores of Honolulu
break their bodies serving sailors
used up and then discarded
looking bad and feeling worse
while their pretty little daughters
chase after tourist dollars
down in Waikiki a limo
could stretch into a hearse.

Had to grab my change and step out
watch a rat crawl down a building
put my shades on duck my head
and walk down to the docks
Where I got a job, and got a berth
and life could be a whole lot worse
I could be a figher bleeding, crying
looking for another purse.

I was killing time in Honolulu
waiting for an ocean liner
coming into port
a little later that same day

I was sitting in a bar
drinking cognac, smoking fags
had no friends, no close companions
no reason for to stay.

BACK TO THE ISLAND


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