Where the Heart is

The police march in
And lift me from the floor
"You are drunk, sir,"

"Perhaps," I laugh

"Go home, sir,"

Again I laugh
"Where and where, sir?"

They frown and throw me
Face first into the street
and repeat
"Go home, sir,"

"The earth, it sings,"
I explain
"And the the drink holds me close
So where can home be?"

But they do not listen
And have moved along to the next bar
And all their people on the floor.