Looking for a high,
hoping for a lay;
working two jobs,
for not enough pay.
It’s the first again,
can’t pay the rent.
Been chasing tail;
it’s all been spent.
Losers, users, and
parasite friends,
hang with me ‘til
the money ends.
Night after night,
I go home alone
to digital sex on
the old iPhone.
Came to the Keys
to find paradise,
but what I found
was not so nice:
A big black hole
known as Duval,
sucked me in bad,
was my downfall.
Broken, not broke,
pawned my guitar;
took all the coins
from the Mason jar.
Bought me a ticket,
put on my shoes;
Got those “gettin’
out of Key West on
a Greyhound” blues.