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I would've quit anything to
get inside
that long purple coat ('it's supposed
to get real cold tonight') , taken a night
job driving
taxi ('you drove a cab? ') just to hear
that phone ring ('you'd better call
me') , and then
beyond the shadows that Squeeze song came on & i
sang along... skipped out on work
just to share
lunch, lied about
that number on the phone bill, even got
caught- behind the
shadows- that almost something that wasn't, singing
along, even as the phone hadn't
rung in days, weeks,
months in work-worn (not stone-
washed) jeans & awaiting her soft-brown-smilin'-Irish-
(trebly) baritone to
chime along 'you're just a big ol' money tree &
need
someone to Shake it
all
out of you.' But behind
the shadows- X-mas eve, New Year's, Labor
Day, the Day
After Thanksgiving, cold drizzle at the Neil
Young show- nothing was too good to
quit for
those eyes & that voice ringing along w/ the
misheard lyrics, in the night before or
morning after, 'good
talking to you...I
thought about you for...other things...I'm
getting in the
bathtub to osmose...' unlisted, now, officially
licensed/maine.edu-Brand
master & mother, nor
ever Scheduled to to be
Bothered to
Ring me
again.
Cretan Maineiac
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