Still in Bulgaria

Still in Bulgaria

Twenty four hours left

Still wearing my genteman’s shoes

That need a shinin’

Skinny jeans I had fixed

A deep purple shirt

And a fake pair of glasses

(Can’t give myself away, can I?)

I was going to send you a postcard,

Stephanie.  Had the stamp already on it

But I can’t seem to find it.

I don’t know if it’s the fog

or the smog

but I can’t see the mountains;

only a fountain.

Went to a MacDonald

that served ice cream only.

Saw a bus called ‘Killer’

Battery’s dead or else I’d take a picture.

I got drunk on the bus

Off a beer that cost two bucks.

Took a nap in the station

with bags strapped around me.

Still waiting to throw ‘em off

Then, I think, I’d be doing what they asked.

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