My dear old friend
Leonard Cohen
Helped me write this song
I can hear him humming along

McCabe and Mrs. Miller
Would not be who they are
Without your melancholy
And melodious guitar

Suzanne lives at
The Chelsea Hotel
Your bed there
Remains unmade

The limousine
Awaits you in the street
To drive you
From defeat

Like a songbird
On a wire
You sang
Transcendently

About the
Money
And
The flesh

Now a seasoned dove
Atop the tower of love
You face fate with
Happy hope
Both a poet
And a pope

Leonard Cohen
We know where you been
Where you goin'
Leonard Cohen
Leonard Cohen

As you write your
Next song
Your audience
Is here

Best of luck
With the preliminaries
No matter what
Season nears