Cold Shoulder In The Windy City

There she is, up top the stairs She sees me and barely cares We took cab, saw he mother Got a chance, charmed another Ate some lunch, it was good It went well, as I understood Another Taxi, to the exhibit Looked at some Indians, she seemed too inhibit We sat down, in the dark Kissed a little, felt a spark Cozy now, friendly more Museum is closing; we’re out the door Another cab, bitter cold The rapport is there, surely she is sold Is there affection? We’re holding hands…. That’s what it’s for, I’m sure she understands Train back to the burbs, t’was about an hour Step foot in her house, things seem to sour She didn’t make me cry, it was her kitty Runny nose and icky cough, her mom had pity Late night, alone, we talk about us Turns out I wasted my time on the bus I didn’t know it then, I had hope I thought it was real, but nope She sees me off, things seem all right She doesn’t feel it anymore, but I thought she might We kiss goodbye, its there for a lil bit Gone just as fast, like I had stepped in shit Long ride home, I got some sleep I feel the disappear, but I do not weep We talked, the truth came Turns out she’s just the same I’m cursed with the conditions under which I exist No bonds have been made; I probably wont be missed I’ll keep going, a futile fight I’m unlikely to get a fluke, but I just might. Written December 5th, 2000 © on Dec 27 2001 01:47 AM PST    0 • 1