Soul Caf My soul is sitting in a greasy ugly retromodish caf pub with a cheap shotglass of whiskey in one hand and a crumpled picture of you in the other trying to figure out what the hell is going on The shotglass - Damn they always give you just enough that you ll want one more and then one more It has a blue-toned Players Extra Light logo imprinted across it And it s empty almost - just a trickle a rim of yellow encircling the bottom The picture - Where did it come from It s a captured moment in time Kodak said that I think It s not true it s never the same a picture You can look at it a thousand times and it will always stir something different In the picture you re wearing a tshirt with a cactus on the front You re smiling that cynical dareto smile That Get that camera the hell away from me smile The smile that could cause eight world wars before anyone got around to realizing it was all one BIG joke My soul sits there sets the whiskey glass down sighs and slips the picture onto the table as it leans back in its chair This is so futile Why won t that damn bartender give me another whiskey What does it mean Who is she really Where will it end And why should I care That bartender jerks a thumb at the door He wants to close up the pub He probably has a late night reservation in the opium den down the street My soul grabs it s picture Stands up wearily shuffles out and slams the door behind it The bastard of a bartender shakes his head and grins - Coyote