Me every morning
Bruce Springsteen, Ghost of Tom Joad era ca. 1995
It’s only human to express the way you really feel
But that same humanity is my Achilles’ heel
A leopard can’t change his spots and never will
So I’m forever ill
Now I can never chill…..
Promised Land I picture Porsches, Basquiat Portraits……
Isn’t it lovely smokin good and sloppy head on highways
Friday’s are tight but Saturday just makes it old
When tonight’s are hot warm enough to feed your soul
let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor
when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.
we can go to the movies and sit in the back row
just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.
we’ll paint the rooms of our house
and get more paint on us than the walls.
we can hold hands and go to parties we end up
ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub.
and slow dance with me in our bedroom
with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.
let me love you forever.