Posters

Post flow flow my dome is still steaming<br> Passing cheap hotels toward home to get dreaming<br> The city sky is starless on foot because I`m carless<br> But the thirty block walk from the spot is not the farthest<br> <br> That I`ve gone I move on kept company by neon<br> Lights 3 a.m. tonight the air is like freon<br> Fifty in my pocket not much but I can`t knock it<br> Getting paid to light the mic up like a bulb in a socket<br> <br> Flip the switch tonight I saw it in their eyes<br> The Fingers kept it live the energy never died<br> It wouldn`t be denied 214 Burnside<br> We kept their heads moving even kids outside<br> <br> You can see them on the street through the stage door gate<br> Ten o`clock even when it gets late<br> Pass the mic at the end of the night to Dave Queen<br> Then come back on Tuesday check out Sid the Tennesseans Tony<br> <br> Green and Stella yeah I remember Tuesdays<br> No bad things now bring me back to hear the new play<br> I`ll stay late with D.J. Sass until the next day<br> Fuck Key Largo take me back to the X-Ray<br> <br> Take me back to the X-Ray<br> <br> My fingers are frozen my coat is soaked through<br> My toes are past numb we`ve got a hundred more to do<br> They`re only getting wetter got to get another up<br> Luke loads the stapler then he slaps the hammer shut<br> <br> Tack tack tack down the right then the left side<br> If you see Five-O then you`d better step hide<br> Wait until they pass and come around the block again<br> Time to go back to work before this late night ends<br> <br> Over on my left he`s holding up another poster<br> Pushing up the corner as the staple falls close to<br> His index finger as his breath lingers in the air<br> Water trickles up his arm he doesn`t seem to care<br> <br> He doesn`t wear gloves they make it hard to grab the paper<br> On a late night caper with a state of the art stapler<br> Damn it`s getting cold but still we`ve got to pass the word<br> Plastering the poles from Hawthorne to twenty third<br> <br> But not in front of Fred`s or Crocodile they`ll tear them down<br> And never cover the X-Ray`s `cause they support the sound<br> Luke will tack it back if it belongs to a friend<br> But if you cover his you`ll never see your shit again so watch your<br> <br> Posters...<br> <br> Here we go again after the show again I`ve got to hit the<br> Streets work my feet and get my flow again<br> All alone and then I feel the pavement on my aching feet<br> Dawn will come before this trip`s complete<br> <br> Concrete and light rain stain the city I was born in<br> I hardly feel alive as the horizon whispers morning<br> Walking on train tracks from halls where the name`s at<br> I wanted to clear my head but once again all of the pain`s back<br> <br> I`m torn between the place I`m in and where I want to be<br> Faith won`t wait kid so what`s it gonna be<br> Forget it and let it go take no as the answer<br> Or if you choose to do it better get serious as cancer<br> <br> But see I took a peek and looked deep into it<br> And after what I saw I`m not so sure I should pursue it<br> Still I know a half-step is likely to be my last step<br> And playing live beats nine to fives so thrive or hit the casket