Old Coat

　　by Liam Rector

　　 Dressed in an old coat I lumber

　　 Down a street in the East Village， time itself

　　 Whistling up my ass and looking to punish me

　　 For all the undone business I have walked away from，

　　 And I think I might have stayed

　　 In that last tower by the ocean，

　　 The one I built with my hands and furnished

　　 Using funds which came to me at nightfall，in a windfall......

　　 Just ahead of me， under the telephone wires

　　 On this long lane of troubles， I notice a gathering

　　 Of viciously insane criminals I'll have to pass

　　 Getting to the end of this long block in eternity.

　　 There's nothing between us. Good

　　 I look so dangerous in this coat.