stoned
in some village cafe
sunshine
raining down on the table top
i
remember i was high when i voted election day
and i
can only shake my head
“may i
take your order sir?”
“uh,
yeah. i’d like a large coke
and an
extra large hamburger, please”
“would
you like cheese on that?”
“uh,
yeah, thad be cool man”
left
alone again my thoughts drift to you
and a
time when we spent an entire day
making
love
and
then my thoughts fade
“here’s
your order sir”
“uh,
thank you”
“would
you like anything else?”
“uh, n-no”
“enjoy
your meal”
“uh,
thank you”
what
was i thinking about before
i
remember it was important
oh
yeah
you
i
wonder why nothing makes sense
i mean
i haven’t changed
i’m
still nothing but stoned
hanging
out waiting for another rhyme
but oh
how i loved you
i mean
i still do
you’re
just no longer here to hear it
i
guess you got tired of my lack of ambition
the
same old songs on the stereo
my
hair always being long
you
left to do something with your life
than
just be the one i love
“how
was your meal?”
“uh,
it was great, you know?”
“good.
here’s your check”
“uh,
thanks”
standing
in the cashier line
i look
at your face in
the
wallet photograph
and
wonder who’s kissing
those
cheeks now
“hi”
“hi”
“five
ninety-three please
thank
you
bye”
“bye”
i couldn’t
handle that
but to
someone down the
corporate
line that
transaction
had meaning
a real
reason i never could see
but i
guess you saw it
me?
i’ve
just drifted into an art museum
and
found some release in the oils
but
not enough to stop wishing
you
were still here with me
like
you use to be
when i
was so happy
and
everyone wonders why i say
you
should never look beyond today
celebrate
the moment
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