Five Bucks In My Pocket

I had a dream, I always have, 5$ in my pocket,
endless packs of cigarettes and a lifetime pass,
for cross-town traffic. an any day matinee or
should I say… a warm dark place to hide-a-way.
always a steady stream of generous panhandle
hand-outs.

hurry cross the street. we’ll grab a bite to eat,
and we’ll stay on our feet.
I’ll send a telegram, to tell you where I am.
always a steady stream of generous panhandle
hand-outs.

I had a dream I always have 5$ in my pocket.
the infinite hour of minimum wage to guage
our days with gritty green in a faded blue jean
pocket.

have you ever seen a clock in a dream
where no-time is money
an unconscious wrist-watch is, where
no-time is money.