Me and Midnight

I talk to myself
I’ve not much to say
I talk to myself
just like to say hey.

I talk to myself
and oh by the way
I put in a good
word for you.

When I’m out on the road behind the wheel
I talk to myself and away I peel
When standing in line at the DMV
I talk to myself as if I believed.

All around town as I walk down the street
I talk to myself as I meet and greet
After midnight and I’m awake in bed
I talk to myself in the back of my head.

Midnight is my cat a Persian Blue
she hangs out late shooting pool
down on the corner she curls the poles
finally comes home up the back ladder
looking for a hot cup of black coffee.

Midnight drinks coffee all night long
plays guitar and sings nine minute songs
If you’ve never seen a cat play and sing
come on up my back stoop after midnight.

And while Midnight plays guitar and sings
her songs I talk to myself all night long
I’ve not much to say but hey I say
I talk to myself and satisfy the blues.


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