trapped in berlin
without you or the right drugs

the beer is hot
the bed is uneasy

night finds me
wearing bourbon too watery
to match my eyes

open-window-across-the-alley-man
knows all my secrets

he wept for us
the night our broken hearted piano
played a rock minuet

my wait scarred suitcase wants to ride
over a humming bridge to your arms
built by a german who was practicing
for a venue in a bigger town

i’m going to die
from never having danced with you

jesus was killed by an older god’s rome
and i can’t even manage to catch a plane home