THROUGH BOWERY EYES

Tonight I can sleep,
Though unhappy I am,
But I will not weep,
I will not give a damn.

I will lay my head
On this musty pillow.
Let this flophouse bed
Be my weeping willow.

One night off the street,
Let the morning come.
Life is so bittersweet
For this Bowery bum.

At the Sunshine hotel,
In this room of ten men.
Let the world go to hell,
It is where I have been.

Up early in the morning,
Breakfast on East Third.
Street preacher is warning,
With his message unheard.

Today at the Muny,
I renew my meal card.
The portions are puny.
This life is so hard.

Panhandling for booze,
White port will do.
I have nothing to lose,
That much is true.

All I need is a drink
To go sit in the park.
I will drink as I think
From morning ’til dark.

Someday I will awaken
Beside a peaceful stream.
May I never be forsaken
By this beautiful dream.