I remember
Bottle of wine
Three legged chair
Craven A’s
Thirsty breath in the air
Yours
Yours
Wait a minute now
Wait eleven years
Wait a minute now
Wait for donna
Down the escalator
Holding my hand
Thick muscle swallows me
Seventeen maybe eighteen
But I remember
Wait a minute now
Wait eleven years
Wait a minute now
Wait for donna
Belly on the table
In a musty room
Chains link oblivion
And a dirty window
Obstructs my view
Of you
I’m glad thank God
If there is one
Wait a minute now
Wait eleven years
Wait a minute now
Wait for donna
for donna
for donna
for donna