I’ve got a pocket full of patches
And a jacket full of holes,
But I haven’t any string
To make the patches hold.
I got a windpipe dry with thirst
And a sky all full of rain,
But back aways I lost my cup,
That water’s for the drain.
But back aways I lost my cup,
That water’s for the drain.
I’ve got a mattress soft and warm
And a pillow to cradle my head,
But my brain and heart won’t find their rest,
Those dreams are for the wind.
I’ve got a fist all full of keys
And a gate all lined with locks,
But I don’t have patience, now,
To match and step across
But I don’t have patience, now,
To match and step across
And I have a head full of rhymes
And a library of words to lend,
But I haven’t spit a poem in years,
And not for want of a pen.
Of a pen.
credits
from Mystifacts,
released February 12, 2015
(Johnson/Kowalski)
Piano and Vocals: Joe Kowalski
Accordion: Dima (audiojungle.net/user/dmtrsdrv/portfolio)
Alto Saxophone: Nathan Masden
Bass: Jason Bassman
