alone and cold

more later
it is 2:30 in the morning
tonight’s girl is Maribel
i can still smell her on me
one dance and i smell like her

when you come here
no expectations
no disasters
two souls colliding over a drink
and a guitar
arranging words on a page

so much ebbs away
and we watch it
and it goes

tonight was all work
and one slow dance
and her hips said hello

tomorrow is all work
and no dance
and her name would be Maribel

and I will sleep
alone and cold
alone and cold
and send a small verse to Texas
like a sparrow
or an old show on the
telephone line

g’night Mrs. Calabash
wherever you are…


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