Gettin' Out of Key West on a Greyhound Blues

Looking for a high, hoping for a lay; working two jobs, for not enough pay.

It’s the first again, can’t pay the rent. Been chasing tail; it all got spent.

Loser, user, and parasite friends, hang with me ‘til the money spends.

Night after night, I go home alone to cyber sex with my smart phone.

Came to the Keys to find paradise. But what I found was not so nice:

A big black hole, known as Duval, sucked me in bad, caused me to fall.

Broken, not broke, pawned my guitar. Took all the coins from the Mason jar.

Bought me a ticket. Put on my shoes. Got those “gettin’ out of Key West on a Greyhound” blues.

~g