What It Takes So this is what it takes to get a word out of me the benders I tell everyone who will listen I’m no longer on The bar where I take women who aren’t my wife searching for that slow wailing 4/4 and whiskey sleep Dim lit sticky floors are where I’m going A restless old man is the worst kind So what if I would have kissed her or did or lied or took too many pills or tried to buy my daughter’s love or when I held that woman to me and her body was my Bible what it takes ends like it always ends longing, regret, the first spoken word in a universe still rollicking in flame
Daniel Crocker