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Faces cracked for reason beyond recognition.
His space is at the Palace.
He sleeps for twenty five cents.
Now he´s wiping headlights, windshields with an old rag.

It ain´t nine to five.
Down and dirty, he´s an old tramp.
He poses like a dead man.
The night train passes by. Money´s not the answer for princes and dancers.
He´s standing under street lights.
He´s thinking of his old life.
He lost his pretty young wife.
The corner is his big plan.
His brunch with Jim and jitters.
Boston blue laws ain´t for shitters.
And newsprint is for cheaters.
Cement mattress for believers.
Now he´s shooting power curves.
His buddies think he´s got some nerve.
Missus Face had other lovers.
Her arms smothered other numbers.
He freezes.

Christmas season, all Saints protect him.
His face is cracked for reason beyond recognition.