By gala
Date: 18 February 2000

Out of Town Blues

Baby---I hate it when you call me that---
so why did I tremble 
after one chaste but solid kiss
when you left for parts south?

Not a pleasure cruise---
Not where you wanted to be,
but no where near here---
too far away for me to touch.

I drove home fighting with myself
for reading meanings to your every word,
and left the station tuned
to that eclectic crap
and there it has stayed for a week.

You called me baby---
told me to behave...
Fool! Who was I supposed to misbehave with---
you're my only vice,
and you do hide meanings in your words
for me to sift, and sort.

You said that I knew
that you've loved me all this time,
said that I've taken your sleep like a thief,
you say we're both crazy---
and then you kiss me slow and long
and start the dance
all over again.

And I will listen to the damned radio,
only switching the station
when I know you're back
to make me crazy again.