Poet’s Resumé - Intellectual

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Washin' dishes at a no-name diner

Worked his way up to line cook on the weekdays

But his daydream is burnin', his dish towel her turned in

Another dead-end job on a poet's resumé

So, he followed a lover out west

Where the sun sets on Pacific Palisades

When she slept with an old boyfriend

It tore him up to no end, put all that pain in a poet's resumé

When you work in heartache you still earn those callouses

Words on a napkin in dead languages

Everybody loves him but no onе ever stays

Another whiskеy to unwind, another less-than-perfect rhyme

Another wasted line on a poet's resumé

Fine line between being free and being lonely

It's blood from a stone and stoned on Percocet

He don't believe in God but he's prayin'

He'll find something worth sayin'

In a new way no one's ever heard it said

When you work in heartache you still earn those callouses

Words on a napkin in dead languages

Everybody loves him but no one ever stays

Another whiskey to unwind, another less-than-perfect rhyme

Another wasted line on a poet's resumé

And he knows it's in his blood

His blood is on the page and the page will always turn

That's how it goes when you're young

When the only thing you're scared of is runnin' out of words

When you work in heartache you still earn those callouses

Words on a napkin in dead languages

Everybody loves him but no one ever stays

Another whiskey to unwind, another less-than-perfect rhyme

Another wasted line on a poet's resumé