The Loneliness of a Tower Crane Driver

Got to get out of TV.
Just pick
a point
and go.

The ticker tape tangles my feet
as I search
for a face
that I know.

Come on
tower crane driver.
There's not so far to go.

I must have been working the ropes
when your hand
slipped from mine.

Now I live off the mirrors and smoke.
It's a joke.
A fix.
A lie.

Come on
tower crane driver.
Oh so far to fall.

Send up a prayer in my name.
Just the same.
They say I'm on top of my game.
Gentle gentle love.

Send up a prayer in my name.