I quit smoking so I quit drinking

Every day my head was splitting open

I felt like I did years ago

When I would get headaches and had to quit smoking

Like when I lived on iguana Street in a city lost in the desert

Iguana Street might be a stretch

But it doesn't really matter

The parks and streets are all the same

Nuevo York Rico in the Bowery

Sleeping on the sidewalk

Or in an abandon car

Most likely a Ford 

Or maybe a Chevy

If I was lucky

Some days were good

Some days were not 

But it didn't matter

At least not to me

Across the river

I floated 

Across the sea

It's noted

I fly like a bee, but I got no sting 

It's neither here nor there

But here I am

Lost in a desert city

With iguanas