Lock is frozen
Snow tonight
Thaw it open
Zippo light.
Got a pint of Southern Comfort
fuel to keep a body warm;
not much gas to run the heater
eleven hours ‘till the dawn.
Well maybe just a little heat
hear that Chevy motor groan
come on baby, that a girl
keep your daddy nice and warm.
Got a sandwich from St. Vincent’s
cheese that’s all-American
thoughts of momma’s toasted cheese
in dreams, I am a boy again.
Take a swig of Southern Comfort
makes you feel that glow inside
time to kill the Chevy motor
it’s so cold; Oh Lord abide.
Now I lay me down to sleep
Army trench coat keep me warm
a box of medals for a pillow
Fallujah and the metal storm.
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Veterans Day is coming. Every night here in America some 300,000 vets are homeless, sleeping in our streets. Shame on us.
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http://www.rightspeak.net/2014/01/almost-50000-afghan-and-iraq-veterans.html
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toritto 
I can just imagine the Vet sleeping in his van, drinking the SC to keep warm, and to forget.
I saw one of Edwin’s last performances, at the Jazz Cafe in London, just before he died that same year. We also know his brother Angelo quite well, and he keeps in touch.
This touched me both ways, because of that mental image, and the connection with Edwin.
Best wishes, Pete.
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