Your Birthday Blues

Maybe

I should make you dinner,

But you know I can’t cook.

Well I could make pasta

If we just had sauce – I’ll look

In the pantry, I guess.

Yes, well,

I could go to the store,

But, hey, it’s still snowing.

I could order pizza;

But Dominos take too long,

Don’t they?

I know

This might be a winner –

You’ll go crazy for a book.

Don’t even need to ask you

Because, well, there’s that look

You might give me.

Maybe

I could write you a story,

Oh right, just a poem,

But the way this is going

The rhythm will be all wrong.

You see?

Maybe

We should just run away – just go.

We could drive to Colorado again.

I don’t care if it is freezing rain,

Maybe it will turn back to snow

When we get to Amarillo.

Oh no,

Can’t get into this winter;

Been no rainbows in our brook.

No point in even casting –

We’re out of line, lures and hooks

And our tackle’s all a mess.

Sure, we’ll

Talk about getting more

Right after we get the loan,

But you know there is a chance

The bank won’t answer a phone

Call from us.

Maybe

We should run away – just go.

We could drive to Platoro again.

I don’t care if it is freezing rain.

Maybe it will turn back to snow

Once we hit Antonito.

Yes, well,

It’s your birthday once again

So I’m a little blue,

And if there was one thing

I could get you –

Something that’s not the same

I would carry you far away –

To a place that’s running out

Of your particular brand

of pain.

Maybe

We should run away – just go.

We could drive to Ruidoso again.

I don’t care if it is freezing rain.

Maybe it will turn back to snow

Once we reach New Mexico.

I think we could make it.

Don’t you?

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Started before the birthday, finished a few days late, of course.