Cold Blood

Cold Blood

 

If you’re angry,

eat with chopsticks;

they’re distracting.

If you’re moaning

through the floorboards,

don’t come downstairs 

don’t come knocking.

I’ve been eating cold sushi,

rice and wasabi,

drinking castor oil for days.

It keeps me lean

and it keeps me leery.

It keeps me vacant, 

like, a lot.

 

Women love me, yes they do

your daddy thinks I’m good for you

Truman Capote slept here, kid

on the trail of cold blood

on the trail of cold blood

on the trail of cold blood

 

I like America,

covered with highways

and rental cars to drive upon it.

Trade in your watch in San Francisco,

you will need a pistol

but in Santa Fe pawn it.

I carry my world

all of these goods

in this hardshell guitar box.

If you don’t like these songs,

I could sell you my truck;

I’m an auto mechanic and card shark.

I changed my name,

I leased an apartment,

I rent a club

and I have my punch clocked.

 

Women love me, yes they do

your daddy thinks I’m good for you

Truman Capote slept here, kid

on the trail of cold blood

on the trail of cold blood

on the trail of cold blood

on the trail of cold blood

on the trail of cold blood

trail of cold blood

 

If you meet me at the station

down by locker ninety-seven,

I’ll give you the suitcase.

Give me the cash.

My sister’s got this rash.

I need this job,

this errand of kinship;

I am chasing her runaway skin.

 

Women love me, yes they do

your daddy thinks I’m good for you

Truman Capote slept here, kid

on the trail of cold blood

on the trail of cold blood

trail of cold blood

trail of cold blood

trail of cold blood

 

(Life Underwater Music, 2003)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

James O'Brien