Coins

Did I call you last night? 

I understand the shadows and the stream now. 

I flew with knowledge 

and landed on the sidewalk

with a joint stained in red lipstick. 

Oh, I miss the smashing buildings

 filling my little southern face. 

Your hand in my neck. 

Your New York style in the air. 

Have you ever learned musicians 

are true only in rewards of silence? 

Just put two coins on your eyelids. 

I'll follow you through the path of Charon. 

I'll play sounds of water

and darkness

and despair. 

'Cause even luck is bright

when it comes to death.