coffee spoon

i can argue with the mime

i can argue with the mime

he is reading me the riot act

every line

every lawyer in his prime

every lawyer in his prime

gets nostalgic for the bar's

naivete to crime

ascetics wring their hands

this decadent misuse

inside my china room

you are my coffee spoon

my indulgence is a joke

and while everybody laughs

i'm clipping coupons

and saving my breath

i was celebrating lent

with a candle in a tent

when you came and snatched me up

out of retirement

now i'm buying finer clothes

in department store windows

throwing credit cards down

never raise my voice