eddie tickner’s boots
eddie tickner’s boots are all i have left of him now
they stand outside by the stone statue of buddha
weathered as the ghost of his face in that last photograph
sittin at a table with his coffee in the shade of my garden
i used to ask him his thoughts about this life
he answered with red wine questions dry as the desert sky

have you heard a morning jingle jangle
are there sleepless nights for an angel
and how many poets die on the highway to the top
can the sky run out of raindrops
can eyes run out of teardrops

we used to hang out in a tucson café on the corner
talkin about odetta emmylou the byrds and gram parsons (and vern gosdin)
till he got too tired to laugh at the future and the past
and at the pitfalls and the brickwalls that always find a way to your doorstep
no he didn’t live to see his phillies win it all
but sometimes at night he whispers from somewhere down the hall

have you heard a morning jingle jangle
are there sleepless nights for an angel
when the band begins to play what makes the music stop
can the sky run out of raindrops
ever run out of raindrops
can eyes run out of teardrops
eddie tickner’s boots  
 
robert john jones  nectarthugs music (bmi)