Been Up All Night

Been up all night, a mongrel man
A gun close by, providential plan
Head is pounding, a shotgun heart
Born under constellations not on any chart

Tigers earning stripes, radio politics
Box-of-nails, box-of-matches, thirty-aught-six
Doing the work, turn on the news
Been up all night, burning up blues
I keep relics of saints on a rifle stock

Eyes on the clock, as cold as debt, and I’m not done yet