Hired Man Blues

i am a document of sleep
seconded by blue faces
in those catholic bedrooms
this arcana of hanged men
whose wife was constant
in polar climates, two bears
scratch at the tableside
whose piano of biographies
play like television themes
monkeys know this danger
at the frozen 31st street vent
in the clutches of credit barons
who do not pay today, this crime
anytime we are in arizona