Jail's Lonely

Jail's Lonely 

Been there for a night.   Had a cold concrete

slab on which to sleep.   Can't remember 

if they locked me down.   Just had my brown

corduroy coat to keep   warm. Drank too 

much cause girlfriend   had overdosed, dead 

at the Chelsea. When   teens, we'd swum 

for the Marlins. Her   dad was a doc while 

mine was a mailman,   so we'd not really

run in the same crowd,   ritzier high school 

than me. Anyway, my   niece's husband drank 

too much over the past   month because he 

didn't get the promotion   he'd expected. 

Then he went to his doc   for help to go cold

turkey, and his doc tried   a couple different 

meds on her husband's   problem and caused

a psychotic episode, so   now, he's in the clinic. 

He wants to be set free.   He's crying, crying. 

I think he's lucky he did   not die from contra

indicators his doc missed   in pharma catalog.

     It's lonely by yourself   but maybe safer.

[persona]