My pockets are too shallow to like New York
my coat has no pockets at all
Except for one on my chest
on the left side
But it's full already--
Others' words of love, of the sea, and god
of pain and the holy war
I'm not even going to squeeze in the rolled-up
twenty dollar bill
What about your pockets this fall?
Maybe there's room for
A checkbook, Visa Gold, and a little bit of cash?