Blues go so well
The smoke unfurls from a cigarette
Like mist rising off the grass
A perfect companion to coffee
Like blue eyes and a subtle tan
She comes and speaks to me
Dressed down in shorts and an old top
Like she doesn’t even need to try to shine in my eyes
My eyes focused on hers, hers in mine
Blues go so well together, I think silently
“Smile,” she says, “You’re always smiling.”
This one I have right now belongs to her
“I’m thinking it may be a nice day for a walk.”
Hesitating, I missed my window
Tonight, this oh-so-clear night, I will not be let inside
Let me sleep in
Sprinkle my dreams with your smile
And let me sleep in
That way let all of my days begin
But unfortunately cannot take back
Be what get always back on track
Refuse my request
Or memories in a picture, forget we lest
I beg you to let me sleep in.
Jealousy
I’m jealous of the cars traveling west as I drive away from you;
If not for any other reason than they’re closer to you than I am.
So this is California (4:32 on a Wednesday)
Wind gushed through the window
As I sped down the freeway 5
Shoes removed made me irritated
At the sand on my floorboard
And the sun consciously
Kept his distance like a
Jabbing pugilist
4:32 on a Wednesday afternoon
The dolphins stay closer to shore
In the temperate Pacific sun
As if they’re mad at the grains of sand
Pelicans swoop for a closer look
Contemplating theft of the fisherman’s bounty
The crabgrass and the cacti
The fires scorched this land just
One or two summers ago.
Old Country Wife
The old country road told
Stories of a lonely house
Scarcely visited by friends
Or shade from the sun
Looking west at the vulgar mountains
Maliciously laughing at her from afar
Taunting ruthlessly of missed adventure
Waiting for someone she didn’t know
To come plowing down that country road
To tell her someone cares.
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