Capman Bootman

baseball cap and flannel arms

dancing with a voodoo doll

sweat rolls down the old guitar

seeing things the way they are

a crooked look lay on his brow

beside a wisecrack whiskey mouth

tip up the bottle and pour him out



here he is again

capman bootman



lay it down horizontal lean slip a finger across the bar

whip the high note frantic

skip the manic songwriter's pulled-down rhyme

then leave'em hanging halfway home



surprise is not the same thing twice

music is not your boiled rice



here he is again

capman bootman



leave the making sense behind

zen bazooka buddha joe

cornmeal and guitar strings

hates to fly to land and lives to sing

he's got his cap and boots and coat

he's got his box of songs he wrote

I wonder if he'll find that note



here he is again

capman bootman