(I drive a taxi, I paint fingernails, I am an artist, I sew dresses, I am a teacher)
Sharp dressed servers where the upscale dine
A safe dial turned by a glove in the crimes of night
A nurse in an ambulance rides
He "don't deserve it", the patient is right
There are times when I miss the appeal
Long black cars driven close to the lawn
Straight legged slacks and the shine of the chauffer's garb
The lawyer with an eloquent tongue
He sways he verdict, the jury is numb
There are times when I miss the appeal
Energy that pulls us toward it
WRITERS
CLARK BAECHLE, JACOB THIELE, JOEL PETERSEN, MICHAEL DAPPEN, TODD BEACHLE