doc pomus

man in a wheelchair in the lobby of the forrest

with frighters

hustlers

hard-up millionaires

mobsters

cops

whores

pimps and marxists

all human life is there

man in a wheelchair listens to the chatter

writes down all the insane crap he hears

he can't move around but it doesn't really matter

in the forrest all you need is eyes and ears

and out they pour

the hits and misses

turn me loose

lonely avenue

and down in nashville elvis sings suspicion

pomus/shuman

1962

and he never could be one of those happy cripples

the kind that smile and tell you life's ok

he was mad as hell

frightened and bitter

he found a way to make his feelings pay

back at the forrest

in the steakhouse off the lobby

another diner gets three bullets in the head

doc looks down and carries on eating his linguine

tries to think up a lyric for the dead

fred neil

jack benny

and crazy phil spector

pumpkin juice and eydie gorme

damon runyon jr. and the duke's orchestra

all superhuman life was there

and he never could be one of those happy cripples

the kind that smile and tell you life's ok

he was mad as hell

frightened and bitter

he found a way to make his isolation pay