The Organ Bar

Years ago, my friend Bob worked

Pacific Ocean Park

As a knife-wielding spook-house clown

And ran a booth with a bingo-playing-chicken Shocked by jolts

from concealed electric grids

Bob has since repented, now he's the cook and

The owner at a roadside greasy spoon diner

And if you're down on your luck,

Bob will feed you without charge

And treat you to some magic tricks

He says his dearest friend he calls "The Ghost"

Worked in a luggage factory

He was fired when they claimed his work was Oblique and unsatisfactory

"He's missing," Bob says, "branded as a spy,

But I prefer to believe

He's still working on the sly and

I've heard he's playing at an organ bar

I supposed I'm in denial

I dream that patrons crowd this organ bar

Expecting my arrival"

Gloria's nineteen--was an L.A. whore

Who worked the south end of Sunset boulevard

Found in an alley in a drug-induced coma

Behind a Dunkin' Donuts

She says she left her body on the hospital table

And she hovered over it for awhile

Then she was bathed in light and a voice said

"Gloria, you've still got some work to do"

She awoke to a religious nut screaming on the TV

Strange words that made some sorta sense

And as she prayed, this spectre seeped through

The spaces in the hospital heating vents

And then it disappeared, but to this day

She swears it stole her heart away, and

She found him playing at the organ bar

She says she goes there for survival

Says I can reach her at the organ bar,

The number's in the Bible

I'm successfully concealed behind my pork pie hat,

Fake beard, and dark sunglasses

Convinced them I've authored several

Supernatural thrillers

And doing research for my latest book

And as the sun goes down, a shadow is cast across Bob's drawn and troubled face

He rubs his eyes, and I leave,

But my shadow doesn't follow,

It's fond of Bob's hot joe

And every shadow in my suitcase is restless now

And each of them would prefer to remain

But they all have a different little slant on life

And they all answer to my name

And it would be nice if they found a home

But that won't happen 'til my cover's blown

And I've been working at the organ bar

The customers all love my style

They say I'm master of the organ bar

But me, I'm looking for revival