Graveyard Shifter
Glasspacks growling taillights glowing
toolin'
down your midnight streets
(a-RUSH a-RUSH)...your missus puts her face cream on;
you doze off in your Lazee-Boy...Wheel and brake at
lightpool lot;
nod to guard; amble,
E-Z, in the gate...--RUNKA move-that-graveyard-timeclock,
log up hours; log up
speedboat, quadraphonic sounds...RUN-GA (pssst-ah)
RUN-GA (psst)--Won't be seein' ya again
till the morning,
(man)...--No not till
graysky-redeye-stalljam time
for you, my man,
when I'm cruisin' by,
the other way,
jus' takin' in
the morning
air...(Night-night.)
--Robert Winter
1974