Gabriel Kahane & Brooklyn Rider - The Fiction Issue Part IV lyrics

[Verse 1] I have to write badly for a long time I have to write badly for a long time Before I can write well before I can write well Said to me the aging poet as we stood in line for our coffee and donut The sun beginning its climb over the pacific [Verse 2] I loved that bearded mountain And couldn't fathom d**h Even though it was all around me [Verse 3] Pete the poet Had the look of benefit beneath Brown skin and wired end gla**es Conspicuous gold rings on needy knuckles [Verse 4] While we waited for our luxury beverages He began with tales and troubles of a transgendered Rabi An a**ociate of his congregation in the valley Which attracted the veterans of the adult scene Many of whom were less observant [Verse 5] Last week's sermon he said Was about the dangers of dangerousness The temptation to cover the tempest Instead of the quiet constant Quiet constant addition of saint