One Dollar Tip

One dollar tip,
Is how much you owe me
For this poem.

One dollar tip -
And I listen for your
Problem,

Cause you didn't have
To show me
Beyond this one dollar
There's more than a ship
Vaguing by the
Ocean.

I see, from this hotel
Bedroom,

Fireworks where I
Used to lay

Everywhere beside
Those people woken
All seeking for
A dollar night.

One dollar tip
And I put in vain
Beef, beans, rip
Aside we all retain

Just like this room:
It's my last train,
Tomorrow I'll bloom
These roses all in red

One dollar tip -
Baby -
And maybe, you'll
Lay with me in bed.

Petro