The last wine of winter

And I have a cork in the last wine of winter

You have the eyes and the breath of a spider

And I own a mess and a pen and some paper

I have friends who drink in the cupboards

Rope for a neck and smoke for a brother

I hear taps ring out in the city

When I go for walks on late Friday evenings

You have a hold and a kiss that are, oh so,

And my eyes are cold and as gray as my billfold

So I have a room and you should come over

Cause I have a roof and the last wine of winter