vultures and helicopters overhead i m breaking down used car blues it s no time to joke around the only solution i can think of so far is to smash out the windows with a crowbar and as the headlights shatter into stars one by one i curse at the road and try to knock out the sun i kick in the corner panels son of a whore the paint starts to chip off as i rip off one of the doors same hotel room again with the right mixture of terrible smells and dead flies in the light fixture i listen to the oldies station half asleep and kind of smokey girl in the next room is howling like a coyote hand in my pants feeling like a phyllistine all eyes empty every door way a guillotine i m drunk on loneliness out of shape and half eaten the phone don t work and god s in a staff meeting out of breath at the end of a long summer waiting for a phone call that isn t a wrong number a smile from a pretty girl feet don t fail me i sleep like a baby and get out of jail free i spit my teeth in my hand and read the classifieds poke holes in my memories until i m satisfied i m drawn to familiar environments and dangers i look at my photo albums and all i see are strangers