Tucker Loves to Paint the Town

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Tucker Loves to Paint the TownTucker shows up after sundownon the corner of Broadway and Eighthsome say it's out of desperationa few say it's out of faithothers say there's not much diff'rencehe sets up his easel and canvashis brush gives breath to nightlife scenessometimes he just shuts his weary eyesand lets his memories and dreamsbe his only points of ref'rencecos Tucker loves to paint the townTucker loves to paint the townonce he catered to the wealthyhis work hung in hi-tone galleriescommon men couldn't buy a canvaswithout six month's salaryand a taste for the highbrowTucker made ev'ry uptown partytoasting in the back of Cadillacshe'd tip ev'ry valet a twentyand each night behind his backphony friends'd raise an eyebrowand say Tucker loves to paint the townfinding life and sin on the evening windwhere midnight tries to hide themlike the moon and stars, some shine after darkand he's always right beside themcos Tucker loves to paint the townit was Grey Goose and orange juicecaviar and French hor-deuvresafter midnight a mountainsidea weaving car and a whiplash curveTucker laid in that hospital bedlist'ning to the city belowone night he made it to the windowand beneath a street lamp's glowlovers were kissing on the sidewalkhe saw the seed of creationgrowing right there on the streetsnow he watches from his wheelchairand for twenty bucks apiecehe sells pictures of drinkers n nighthawkscos Tucker loves to paint the townfinding life and sin on the evening windwhere midnight tries to hide themlike the moon and stars, some shine after darkand he's always right beside themcos Tucker loves to paint the town(c)2006 Robert George