trying to reason with hurricane season

squalls out on the gulf stream

big storms coming soon. i passed out in my hammock

god

i slept way past noon. stood up and tried to focus

i hoped i wouldn't have to look far. i knew i could use a bloody mary

so i stumbled next door to the bar. and now i must confess

i could use some rest. i can't run at this pace very long. yes

it's quite insane

i think it hurts my brain. but it cleans me out and then i can go on. there's something about this sunday

it's a most peculiar gray

strolling down the avenue

that's known as a1a

i was feeling tired

then i got inspired. and i knew that it wouldn't last long

so all alone i walked back home

sat on my beach

and then i made up this song. well

the wind is blowin' harder now

fifty knots of there abouts

there's white caps on the ocean. and i'm watching for water spouts

it's time to close the shutters

it's time to go inside. in a week i'll be in gay paris;

that's a mighty long airplane ride. yes

it cleans me out and then i can go on.