Shore Leave

Well with buck shot eyes and a purple heart

I rolled down the national strolland with a big fat paycheckstrapped to my hip sackand a shore leave wristwatch underneathmy sleevein a

Hong Kong drizzle on

Cuban heels

I rowed down the gutter to the

Blood Bankand

I'd left all my papers on the

Ticonderogaand was in a bad need of a shaveand so

I slopped at the corner on cold chow meinand shot billards with a midgetuntil the rain stoppedand

I bought a long sleeved shirtwith horses on the frontand some gum and a lighter and a knifeand a new deck of cards (with girls on the back)and

I sat down and wrote a letter to my wifeand

I said Baby,

I'm so far away from homeand

I miss my

Baby soI can't make it by myself

I love you so

Well I was pacing myselftrying to make it all lastsqueezing all the lifeout of a lousy two day passand

I had a cold one at the

Dragonwith some

Filipino floor showand talked baseball with a lieutenantover a

Singapore slingand

I wondered how the same moon outsideover this

Chinatown faircould look down on

Illinoisand find you thereand you know

I love you

Babyand I'm so far away from homeand

I miss my

Baby soI can't make it by myself

I love you so

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