Poison Pen

Sprawled face down on this Swiss stained iron bed In a dismal cheap hotel With my one arm injured and the sweat-stained billowous murk From my last cold-turkey attack I tremble and shiver at the sound outside my door Instrument of release by my side The spike, the hose, the blackened spoon The can or sterno red I wait And I wait Spread-eagled Half dead Waiting for my man I wait for my fit, the footsteps fall For the black man's staccato knock knocking I wait he doesn't show I wait he doesn't show I wait he doesn't show Get this monkey off my back [Repeat: x4] Off my back [Repeat: x3]