I was just your average
king of swing
digging the big time
big band rhythm of my mind
and my pace
with a smile on my face when
suddenly
I was out of line or
all out of whack
like I skipped a track
and don't kow if I just
stepped back
if I'd really get it back
everything seemed fine
all was well
in my big city hell
until
I walked through the door
and then
Everything changey
something go zany
in my head
or my heart
or my chemical makeup somehow
or in my DNA
from one moment
just reading local poetry
on the soul train home
happy to be finished pushing pens
and number crunching
walking home
some song in brain
to seeing you wave from the window
I waved back
and then
I walked through the door
and then
Everthing changey
Something go zany
you're looking less mangey
which I guess should be good
but I miss the hooded
version of you
I'd gotten used to
or built up in my mind
to bind the bridges
of realities
from one to the next
just like a woman
to expect fantasy to live up to reality.
But everything's real
oh so real
too real
to be able to
deal
so I just looked at the bills
and I tried not to cry
but looking at you
made me wonder why
the freaking sky was even blue
if that's any clue
as to how or to who
my heart is gave to
in the longest of the long long runs
in the big big picture.
Like your tattoo
that covers up
the old tattoo
that covers up
you.