" PARK AVENUE BUS BOY "

Head down, he fills the water glass
Invisibly, or he's fired
Children to feed...

There's a time in all men's education
Where he knows, envy is ignorance
Children to feed...

Accept the place
divine providence has found
Hate yourself, stare down at the ground
Children to feed...

These are voices in our solitude
" We're not good enough"
Be the best dam bus boy ever
Children to feed...

I want to bite the hand that feeds me
So badly,  I hate my smoke-break
I Hate myself, I tell my children
I'm a waiter..........and inside
I know they know,.....I'm a liar

I made 200 dollars in tips tonight
A fine lady comes into the alley
She see's me counting my tips
She invites me into her Limo
She kisses me in my nakedness
She laughs, forcing me out the door
Children to feed, I feel fear...

The manager comes out to find me
Naked, with nearly nine hundred dollars in hand
No clothes to be found
He puts his arm around me
Carefully takes 300 dollars from my hand

He takes me through a rear door
Fits me with a tuxedo ~ a beautiful Tux
I'm confused until he says
How does it feel to be a waiter on Park Ave
Children to feed...

He says he'll take 20 percent
But he guarantees i'll make a grand a week
 Who so would be a man, must be a non-conformist
My mind is on fire ~ and all I know is
I have money, sex, respect
Now, I can hold my head up
Feed my children
And cheat on my wife
I am an AMERICAN now....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)