I Wish I Had A Window

Boy in the window! Hey. I like your sweater, it suits you quite nice. Did you pick out the display and arrange it yourself for all the crowds you would watch walk by? I wish I had a window. I'd decorate it with trinkets. I wish I had a window on SW Broadway near the bus mall.
And when it is summer you're in glasses, aviators. I sigh when I spot you 'cause I know that you have never seen the sky.
Your hair is cut so clean that I am assured you'll reveal it's a wig. It never ever grows, and I am quite jealous; I'm sure you must get this all the time. I wish I had a window. I'd decorate it with crumpled newspapers. I wish I had a window where I'd sit and do the crossroads for the day.
You're looking dashing in your denim, in your hand a bouquet of synthetic flowers, never wilting. Never will these things decay.
I wish I had a window. I'd prep it early and stock it. I wish I had a window, but I could never stand as still as you do. My legs have a limit, and my back is falliable at most. You're like a sergeant wearing a jacket, and I offer you a toast 'cause I'd get demoted to general, to private, to KP duty — but you alone never falter, in your designer cardigan sleeveless, all confidence and a blank-eyed state.