Kick Out The Chair

Kick out the chair, tell the truth
Ain’t just been pictures hanging under this roof
My heroes have always been sad smog-eyed tragedies
Ain’t no exception in you
But what a fight you put up
Tin foil and a clear jar to catch those lightning bugs
What air does enter, air must leave
You took the light in a long with the evening
And who am I to say who’s to go, who’s to stay?
Every word you wrestled to the page
I keep as company in quiet hours
Listening to the boards creak
Every line I mark under the window
Where the porch light leaks
With a pen
I will not go to sleep until I hear you speak