I don’t remember how you came
was it a sudden gust of wind
Rushing down fifth
Young, dark polished clay
Harlem sirens singing loudly
Lovers keep away
Or was it the dead cold morning
Not a wind to be felt
That he dropped up in my world
Just A girl,
that
had a lot going on
and a lot to live for
and yes, a lack of luck
and a man that didn’t love me great but liked me good enough
to keep the lights on for him.
When?
I don’t remember how you came.
How they called you by one single letter yet I still forgot your name
It skipped right out my mind like that image of your smile
Only small gumshoe paintings stuck like the reverie of your style
and the way you said a lot but didn’t say too much at all
But in my mind I gave you pretty words
My imagination made you tall
My generosity called you strong of heart
My forgetful made you kind
But baby no amount of heartfelt dreaming
Could ever make you mine
Love sustains only when the tide is right
When what you want is what you need
I can’t tell if I wanted you
Or just to see you free
On days I am at my best I claim they’re one in the same dream.
When the leaves go bad and brown
They say it’s best to save the root
When a good love goes bad and brown
Well, it’s just best tell the truth
But the truth is we will not go bad
We will never get the chance
To be more than two bad brown things making good love masked as friends
If good love goes right and does not go left
Surely things are looking up
And when left to our devices baby there was nothing right as us
I can still feel your sins on Sunday
And when springtime gives her fruit
They say when attempting to put shame to rest
It is best to tell the truth
The truth: we did not stand a chance
Obligation mingled with confusion
And despite us being heaven,
in this realm heaven’s just illusion
And I’d give it all, I’d give it up
To hear your sweetness once more call me by my name
Give the memories of my child’s birth
Just to recall how you came
Play it once more, maestro
Our own sweet ghetto music
Then I will surely seek my rest
Cause there’s only one song I hear these days living heavy on this chest
A ten piece band complete with bass
That beats against my breast
Bom bom bom click bom
Bom bom click bom
That old tune surely now you’ve guessed
Its your feet against the oak, padlock, step, step then one last step
My heart will never kill the Jazz of that evening when you left