Nobody's Business

[couchgrouch]

Nobody's BusinessWhen Joey got his first bikethat Schwinn rarely left the yardhe'd spend hours putting it togetherafter tearing it aparthe loved the feel of greasethe spokes and sprocketscarried a rusty crescent wrenchin his back pocketby the time he was twelve years oldhis head was buried 'neath the hoodof his Dad's old Fordhe'd skip school, break the ruleswas sure his skill with toolswould take him farhe'd sneak his Dad's six packsmoved up to pints of Jackbut all the while that kid fixed carslike nobody's businessnobody's businesshe did it all himselfdidn't need no one elseyeah, he fixed carslike nobody's businessJoe hustled at Jiffy Lubetill he bought his own placetook on powder as a partnerto help with the pacebut like always happenswhen you sign with cocainehis life started burningsure as propanenow and thenJoe's Dad dropped inwith friendly advicebut Joe's heart turned blackas an old oil raghe'd say how he ran his lifewas nobody's businessnobody's businesshe did it all himselfdidn't need no one elsehow he lived wasjust nobody's businessnow there's a shop outside townpadlock on the doordebts haunt the wallswindows covered by boardsthere's more to success than talentsthere's good sense and balancenow Joe's doin' timehis old Schwinn's just a miragehe fixes the warden's Lincolnbut his poor garage isnobody's businessnobody's businesshe did it all himselfdidn't need no one elsenow that cold roomis nobody's business(c)2005 Robert George