Five Bucks in My Pocket

I had a dream, I always have, 5 $ in my pocket,
Endless packs of cigarettes and a lifetime pass,
For cross-town traffic. an any day matinee or
Should I say… a warm dark place to hide-a-way.
Always a steady stream of generous panhandle
Hand-outs.
Hurry cross the street. we’ll grab a bite to eat,
And we’ll stay on our feet.
I’ll send a telegram, to tell you where I am.
Always a steady stream of generous panhandle
Hand-outs.
I had a dream I always have 5 $ in my pocket.
The infinite hour of minimum wage to guage
Our days with gritty green in a faded blue jean
Pocket.
Have you ever seen a clock in a dream
Where no-time is money
An unconscious wrist-watch is, where
No-time is money.