i’ll get my coat

i’ll get my coat

  from the hanger of a dream 

and turn my collar to a night

   split upon a neon beam

surreal in its red-rained

  cobbled way

standing and crying

   for what can i say

one step after a torrid affair

   i look for the broken chain

that held me fast and loose

   that has me now without a brain

deranged and regaling to all

   who would listen at this the late hour

to this thin and lachrymose

   plea that would this night devour

 all that ever crawled back home

   from down-town’s midnight hour

with an ache for god’s sake

   for a morning that would have been ours

before it sank down into the dark

  to settle upon the ocean floor