Me And Walter Poem by Thomas Case
Me And Walter
I was living in this
flop house above
a porn shop in Amarillo.
I had a one eyed cat
named Walter, I'd bet
a sawbuck that when
I slept,
he drank my whiskey.
I sill love him though.
He stuck around longer
than those old painted up
ladies that strolled through,
and tested my bed springs.
I got two shots of Wild Irish Rose
left, then it's back to these
dirty streets of broken dreams
and sick scenes.
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