Five Bucks In My Pocket

June Of 44

I had a dream, I always have, $5 in my pocket,

endless packs of cigarettes and a lifetime pass,

for cross-town traffic. an any day matinee or

should I say… a warm dark place to hide-a-way.

always a steady stream of generous panhandle

hand-outs.



hurry cross the street. we'll grab a bite to eat,

and we'll stay on our feet.

I'll send a telegram, to tell you where I am.

always a steady stream of generous panhandle

hand-outs.



I had a dream I always have $5 in my pocket.

the infinite hour of minimum wage to guage

our days with gritty green in a faded blue jean

pocket.



have you ever seen a clock in a dream

where no-time is money

an unconscious wrist-watch is, where

no-time is money.