Anna

Hey Anna

Middle of them all

Miniature in dress

Working for the arts

But how can we save money

For the crane

All your friends have left

For cities and fame

I'd shave my head

If prescriptions win the race/day

Face

Heavy born lover lane

I carry a hundred dollar bill

In case it comes my way

And living is a lye

And i get beat up there

Strangers every night

You came up to me:

"Are you alone?

I'm from El Paso. I'm going

To the art school in San Francisco"

Very well, seeking yet again

But i just bought a bed for two, you?

Hey Anna

Sleeping in the cold

Waiting for work

The economy of art

Well, Albert was seeking too

And i love you