Seattle

I'm going to sweep up round here
   leave
     fly a box across the country
      and unpack it in Seattle

I need a wood floor for sleep
  a rug for devotions
    a cup to drink from
       a plate for eat

I need a sky to breathe with
     a sun for gazing
       real earth to stand on
         and children to play with

I need a woman to love me
  my cup runs over
What a wealthy man I've been
  The sun sets over the ocean in Seattle
Everything else a crying shame