In the neighborhood

In the Neighborhood (a tom waits clone poem for the Declerye Co-op)

Well the pot’s full of soup,
and the coffee’s already been made,
and the cat’s are out climbing
up on the roof again,
and the dogs howled all night,
while I was talking to Sue,
and there's always gunshots bothering you,
In the neighborhood

Fridays smell like nagchampa,
and Saturday's like tea,
Denny’s got Talullah,
but she’s humping your knees,
and the goddamn radios,
they make too much noise,
and we can’t find the phone,
‘cause it’s out on the porch,
In the neighborhood,

Well someone’s playing their heartbreak,
on an old beat-up guitar,
and you can get your beers at the gas station,
without needin’ a car,
crackheads drift down Highland,
and walk in your front door,
and a goddamn thief’s,
broken into a car once again,
In the neighborhood,

There's a couple of hoboes,
out sleepin’ on the porch,
and a hole in the screen door,
that mosquitoes come in,
and people drift away,
and they come back again,
and someone’s out digging,
in the garden again,
In the neighborhood