I saw the two Chevy Minuet in the alley.
I heard Maggie call hello to a toilet flushing,
And Angie say she guesses I'm not home.
Sammy laughed "Maybe grandpa's napping in his chair-
Eyes half open and head thrown back his teeth slip to tempt his chin."
I was a shivering bombadier when I married Maggie.
Angie was eight months old when I first said hello.
She was thirteen when I lost her when she'd grown too big to dance on her daddy's toes.
And I was but what 23 in Memphis,
22 through Dresden and Essen.
My thin weak tin canteen's bent seam's slow dribble wet my hip with each step.
I learned my airport and train station lessons in the heavy heave and whistle of my breath.
And now here I am in my own uptown closet alone with my cauliflower nose.
But on an overnight train home over open dirt years ago I lost what I'd known all along and from then on it would be only to myself I'd belong.
And is this my last stand?
A call to arms to lower back and finally stop asking each other what's wrong all the time.


Lyrics submitted by vaipan, edited by Malhavic

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