Lampshade

My Accordion is shining

in the light of the moon from the sky

And I sit here alone and drinking

with the windows and doors open wide

My hand got tired an hour ago

and the words on each sheet

turned blank white

no, there's no room in the this house

for your company, dear

maybe tomorrow

you can come inside

The preacher's turned to dictation

'cause the lord has got letters to send

There's nothing for me to believe in, either,

I've just gone to trying to pretend

And the rain is falling slowly

like faltering drums outside

and the weathermen are confused

because they can never read the sky

someday we may even be friends again

and I hope just that thought is enough

You're a weathered old prince

and the state I'm in hopefully won't hurt

our one night together that much

Moon, shine, you're a lampshade

For the drunken old bats and their evening

Shine on, you'll forgive me

For missing your last requiem

I'm all alone this evening

as I'm along almost every day

and It's these sad-sack times that I miss them all

but if they were here I'd wish them away

If they'd send me a vase of flowers

Or better yet those aborted hours

Drunken hours of endless time left to die

In everyone's memory but mine