Dirty Boulanger

Crack the door it's night inside Inking over everywhere I'm waiting Pulled out and dragged from frame to frame Hooked and threaded through the eyes Who are you when you've just been this Pay for bread with gold in tips The cashier knows Something you don't A hero's welcome Hero's welcome Hero's welcome Hero's well A lad in the afternoon breaks all the records all the china Into the wreckage I have landed here Internal memo cites a singular interpretation You are the emcee I am the souvenir A glass slipper at night A healer in the light