Days of Yore (lay way back)

I change my name to Lou, in a tropically woven business suit
and a leather overniter filled with papers & mysterious mildew.
I walk from the train to the hotel for an indefinite stay;
some cigar ash on my cufflink and I shake it away
and check the time.

I smell days lazy enzyme days, I smell days & days of yore I smell days vague flagman days, I smell days & days of yore

In New Orleans where the magazines blow, you can see in the dark, when the river's overflowing, snakes floating round the backyards uptown. Me, I'm shipwrecked in the quarter with a Crown Royal and Royal Crown.

I smell days lazy enzyme days, golden reptile days,
perpendicular gentile days, I smell days & days of yore

There's a girl on the bar dripping into my cocktail. The bartender used to do that too but I guess she's become an entrepreneur.
She's haggard and twisted, almost busted about a billion times,
and bitter, about infinity.

And I smell days, sensational barbie outfit days, the Adoni for scaggs distribution program days. I smell days by all that's been canonized, I smell days and days of yore.

I scream. You scream. We all scream "I smell days, neapolitan into the forehead days.

I smell days & days of yore.