Baby, Baby Where Are You? Poem by Myra Jefferson

Baby, Baby where are you?
Is this the best that we can do?
I promised you that we would play
As soon as I got a vacation day
When I was working overtime
You tried and tried to flood my mind
Now that I have time to spare
I can't find you anywhere
Wait, do I hear a sound,
Does that mean you're somewhere around?
Or am I writing leftovers, composing on fumes
While chasing you from room to room
You seduced me with your rhythms
Enticed me with your rhymes
Come on deliver, since I've got the time
Give it to me now, don't be a prude
We've got to accomodate each other's moods
Baby, Baby, where are you?
Oh well, I guess this will have to do.
For now.