Letra de Poet’s Resumé
Washing dishes at a no-name diner Worked his way up to line cook on the weekdays But his daydream is burning His dish towel it turned in Another dead-end job on a poet's resuméSo, he followed a lover out west Where the sun sets on Pacific palisades When she slept with an old boyfriend It tore him up to no end Put all that pain on a poet's resuméWhen you work in heartache you still earn those callouses Words on a napkin in dead languages Everybody loves him but no one ever stays Another whiskey to unwind Another less than perfect rhyme Another wasted line on a poet's resuméFine line between being free and being lonely It's blood from a stone and stoned on Percocet He don't believe in God but he's praying He'll find something worth saying In a new way no one's ever heard it saidWhen you work in heartache you still earn those callouses Words on a napkin in dead languages Everybody loves him but no one ever stays Another whiskey to unwind Another less than perfect rhyme Another wasted line on a poet's resuméAnd he knows it's in his blood His blood is on the page And the page will always turn That's how it goes when you're young When the only thing you're scared of is running out of wordsWhen you work in heartache you still earn those callouses Words on a napkin in dead languages Everybody loves him but no one ever stays Another whiskey to unwind Another less than perfect rhyme Maybe this will be the line on a poet's resumé