Nashville '98

 


Nashville ‘98

His voice followed me

Across the front yard

Pleasing when he tries to impress me

Speaking Italian.

Even more

When I see the smile

Following me

Bare chest framed by the window

A place to rest my head

Perhaps.

To reciprocate

Impossible

The greetings chase the country blues away.

I wonder how strong

He is.

Strong enough to break down

Barriers?

I want to break him

Out of his fragile prison.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Sunday Songs: Abbey Lincoln

Datalounge

Trevor St John's Announcement