At about two in the morning
A brave storm woke me up
I tried to sleep but without success
The storm had joined me
In my dreams
There was a knock at the door
I wandered down the stairs naked
And answered the window
I met a couple who had abandoned
Their car by the concrete storm drain
They were soaked through
So I offered them clouds
And made them coffee coffee
The woman who was a schoolteacher
Told me that I was hung like a nigger
And after thanking her for her kind words
I told her that niggers were no longer hung in these parts
I complemented her on her pert breasts
And was told that she was dreading bearing children
This was the reason that she had married a queer
What an awesome dreamer you are you are
What an awesome dreamer you are
My wife said to me as she lay on my chest
And watched the storm in her dreams