The Organ Bar – Daniel Amos – letras

Years ago, my friend Bob workedPacific Ocean ParkAs a knife-wielding spook-house clownAnd ran a booth with a bingo-playing-chicken Shocked by joltsfrom concealed electric gridsBob has since repented, now he’s the cook andThe owner at a roadside greasy spoon dinerAnd if you’re down on your luck,Bob will feed you without chargeAnd treat you to some magic tricksHe says his dearest friend he calls « The Ghost »Worked in a luggage factoryHe was fired when they claimed his work was Oblique and unsatisfactory »He’s missing, » Bob says, « branded as a spy,But I prefer to believeHe’s still working on the sly andI’ve heard he’s playing at an organ barI supposed I’m in denialI dream that patrons crowd this organ barExpecting my arrival »Gloria’s nineteen–was an L.A. whoreWho worked the south end of Sunset boulevardFound in an alley in a drug-induced comaBehind a Dunkin’ DonutsShe says she left her body on the hospital tableAnd she hovered over it for awhileThen she was bathed in light and a voice said »Gloria, you’ve still got some work to do »She awoke to a religious nut screaming on the TVStrange words that made some sorta senseAnd as she prayed, this spectre seeped throughThe spaces in the hospital heating ventsAnd then it disappeared, but to this dayShe swears it stole her heart away, andShe found him playing at the organ barShe says she goes there for survivalSays I can reach her at the organ bar,The number’s in the BibleI’m successfully concealed behind my pork pie hat,Fake beard, and dark sunglassesConvinced them I’ve authored severalSupernatural thrillersAnd doing research for my latest bookAnd as the sun goes down, a shadow is cast across Bob’s drawn and troubled faceHe rubs his eyes, and I leave,But my shadow doesn’t follow,It’s fond of Bob’s hot joeAnd every shadow in my suitcase is restless nowAnd each of them would prefer to remainBut they all have a different little slant on lifeAnd they all answer to my nameAnd it would be nice if they found a homeBut that won’t happen ’til my cover’s blownAnd I’ve been working at the organ barThe customers all love my styleThey say I’m master of the organ barBut me, I’m looking for revival