Ookla The Mok Jeff's Corner
There's a stool that waits in the corner of the corner bar six nights a week Til six pm that's when Crazy Jeff comes in Between drinks and under his breath you can hear him speak There's one at every bar there's a bar at every corner There's a corner at the end of every street Don't get to close or Crazy Jeff will corner you He tries to tell his whole life story to everyone he meets All he wants is somebody anybody Friends Romans countrymen lend him an ear But seldom can he get their attention So he bends his head and mutters softly to his beer He says, "Hey let me tell you something, I got to tell this I'll tell this much for free Hey I'll you right now I'll tell you I'll tell you, hey How bout them Bills?" And he hardly even thinks about her twenty times a day or maybe thirty at the most but still that's half of what it was eight years ago that's when she left and took the kids he almost didn't notice he had his job he had to work he had to feed his family There's a thought that hides in the corner of the corner of Crazy Jeff's mind As the memories linger as memories do He sits and drinks and hopes For an early grave
