Quick

It's quick and getting quicker
And I'm slowing down
The slick are getting slicker
And they're leaving town
And everything I took to be solid ground
Is busy sliding

The melancholic honking
Of the evening cars
The hollow honky-tonking
Underneath the stars
Pianoman is playing in the empty bars
Announcing endings

Oh tonic and gin
Tonic, tonic and gin gin gin gin
Gin

I settle down and try to write a couple lines
I can be so derivative and stale sometimes
I want the Gods of Literature to touch my mind
To use it freely

I try to think of things to say and come up dry
The words just don't reveal themselves
I don't know why
I've lived days like today a hundred thousand times
So what's another?

When three weeks have gone by
And I haven't penned a thing
Until right now

The construction site is building in the key of C
Jack-hammering, crescendoing along with me
The heaviness is shedded and I'm on the breeze
On the South-Easter

And today's the kind of day
I knuckle down on bad days
To arrive at
And it's good
It's really good



Credits
Writer(s): Francis Christie
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