The Winery

You moved up near the winery

I'm down by the oil refinery

You left my rags for his riches

Left a note best wishes

Our cats still go out at night

Cooling in the moonlight

And the lights of Martinez

Scattered on the Carquinez

I play guitar 'til morning light

Alone with it I've built my life

Made some lovers through my skills

Some have lasted, other just filled time

Remembering you there with me

Taking walks along the sea

Years fly by cursing us

End of summer, end of fall, winter, spring

Listening to Almeida play pavane for a dead princess

Tárrega and Albéniz and his own discantus

Santos versus Benítez

Espada versus Cuevas

Ray Leonard versus Durán, no more no more

My TV glows, my ceiling fan hums

Iron Mike broke bones

Julian Bream played the chaconne

Bobby Fischer took rooks

Smoking Joe threw hooks

Robert Burns wrote poems

Ed Gein dug bones

Martin Luther had a dream

You never did anything

You’re up there in the vineyards

Using some pretty words

You eat at French Laundry

Burning through money

And I’m here eating pistachio nuts

Over by the Taco truck

Scribbling words on receipts

Just go on and repeat

I walk along the service stops

And the antique shops

Come home every evening

Hear the dogs howling