Red Eyes Of Me

Grey fog's tumbling down
All over the red letters
Of Blueluck Street,
And it makes the
Broken branches weep,
When troubadours
Pour final bourbons
In Black Horse bar,
Poring over regrets
They've trodden
A trillion times before
Right as they fall asleep,
Where their memories go
Through the shutters
Of the cellars
That the coal was kept in,
In a land that love forgot,
Out to the side street,
Freezing.

Blue fog's falling
In the red eyes of me,
And sometimes I can't breathe.