A Song for Tommy - Ron Pope

The joker rides the subway

Stealing glances to his left

As the queen of diamonds sashays on

In a brand new vintage dress

And he swears he can recall her

From a hand he did not play

But he’s sure he probably don’t know her at all

So he looks away

He’s a masochistic poet

He’s an angel without wings

He’s an acrobat who gamble

'Til he loses everything

She’s a sycophantic jester

She is all the things he’d like to push away

But somehow she knows the corners of his soul

And makes him wanna stay

And he sings, «Oh Aphrodite

Let your hair fall long

I’ll lay naked here beside you

Whisper you a country song

That I heard out on the AM

Though I can’t say I know all the words»

The demon that’s been chasing him

Has finally bowed its head

And the sweet repose that comes with tasting freedom

Is not far away, I swear

When the answer to your prayers is hanging inches

From your outstretched trembling hands

That’s the time to mine the diamonds on the inside

Let’s just all breathe deep again