Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop. I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup. He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch. He's even more over than the mayor Ed Koch. Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four. 'Cause he ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. Living on borrowed time and borrowed money. Sleepin' on the street there ain't a damn thing funny. Hand me down food and hand me down clothes. A rockabilly past of which nobody knows. Makes his home all over the place. He goes to sleep by falling down on his face. Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless. Sometimes drunk and he's always phoneless. Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box. He's better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks. Johnny Ryall. He drinks where he lies. He's covered with flies. He's got the hand me down Pumas and the tie dyes. Go upstate and get your head together. Thunderbird is the word and you're light as a feather. Detox at the flop house no booze allowed. Remember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd. Memphis is where he's from. He lives in the street but he's no bum. A rockabilly star from the days of old. He used to have teeth all filled with gold. A platinum voice but only gold records. On the bass was boots on the drums was checkers. Luis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar. Johnny Ryall. *Who do you think you are*. Johnny Ryall. Donald Trump Donald Tramp living in the Men's Shelter. Wonder Bread bag shoes and singing Helter Skelter. He asks for a dollar you know what it's for. Bottle after bottle he'll always need more. He's no less important than you working class stiffs. Drinks a lot of liquor but he don't drink piss. Paid his dues playing the blues. He claims that he wrote the Blue Suede Shoes. Elvis shaved his head when he went into the army. *That's right y'all his name is*. Johnny. Johnny Ryall.