Friday, June 3, 2016

Here comes your ghost again

Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call

And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest

Ten years ago

I bought you some cufflinks

You brought me something

We both know what memories can bring

They bring diamonds and rust

Well you burst on the scene

Already a legend
           The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
                                   You strayed into my arms

And there you stayed
Temporarily               lost at sea 

The Madonna was yours for free

Yes the girl on the half-shellWould keep you 


Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you're telling meYou're not nostalgicThen give me 

another word for itYou who are so good with wordsAnd at keeping things vague

Because I need some of that                         vagueness now

It's all come back too clearly

Yes I loved you dearly

And if you're offering me diamonds and rust

I've already paid

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