Tom Waits Sonnets

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In smoky bars of a Los Angeles town, a troubadour with gravel in his voice, The stranger would sing of love and of the clown, All the moonlight's broken hearts had no choice. With bluesy chords and stories rough and raw, Spun a world of darkness and the lush delight, We've got lost souls stumbled through the straw, And dreams both beautiful like shone heaven or tornadic blight. Listen to the song, a hope to find Lucinda in Texas. Sparkling lights amid the swirling gloom, You can relate in your cough, in your tears, we aren't alone There is beauty hidden in the diners and the raincoats, lead to a hotel room. Thus Waits became the bard of the night, A poet of the soul, a beacon bright. While God is kicking down buckets over his trippy walks. II. In '73, a debut album came, And…