had a dream, I always have, $5 in my pocket, endless packs of cigarettes and a lifetime pass, for cross-town traffic. an any day matinee or should I say… a warm dark place to hide-a-way. always a steady stream of generous panhandle hand-outs.
hurry cross the street. we’ll grab a bite to eat, and we’ll stay on our feet. I’ll send a telegram, to tell you where I am. always a steady stream of generous panhandle hand-outs.
I had a dream I always have $5 in my pocket. the infinite hour of minimum wage to guage our days with gritty green in a faded blue jean pocket.
have you ever seen a clock in a dream where no-time is money an unconscious wrist-watch is, where no-time is money.