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We walked from one bar to the next
A swanky place to a divey mess
The regulars could not care less
About us
And that’s the way we liked it best
Unbothered and overdressed
Grateful for the apathetic-ness
All around us
Afterward in a slight rainfall
Past the ruins of the downtown mall
Almost time to get less vertical
Me and you
Thankful for the elevator’s crawl
A parking garage next to City Hall
You pressed me up against the wall
You just had to
Wrinkling up our business clothes
‘Til we reached your floor
Then heading out so we could go
And do much more
And do much more
You pointed out the sights you liked
Gave them meaning during the short drive
The varied sources of your civic pride
In the background
Your favorite mural down an alleyway
The tiny park by the French café
The neon sign above the ice cream place
Shining down
Tearing off our business clothes
As we reached your door
Then heading in so we could go
And do much more
And do much more
It’s fun each and every time
No lulls til the kiss goodbye
We part ways without asking, ‘Why
Do we have to?’
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Condoms From Ukiah
03:37
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She always thanked me after
As our bodies moved apart
As if it was just a favor
Out of the kindness of my heart
Well, it was an easy kindness
No real bother to be asked
Just some subtle calibrations
From what has worked in the past
Her name was Katya (Kathy, really)
A hurricane of desire
Nights with wine from Livermore
And condoms from Ukiah
With the last drops from the bottle
The hurricane moved on
We had to wait ‘til the sun came up
To assess the damage done
Those thankful calibrations
Ceased to be enough
A whirlwind of poor circumstance
Soon caught up with us
Our inevitable parting
Would be just another filing
Wine-stained and fondly looked back on
In a box labeled ‘bad timing’
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One Night In Sacramento
02:45
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One night in Sacramento as I looked into her eyes
I come as close to praying as I had in a long time
I thought, ‘hey, whoever’s up there, I know you know I never ask
For too much, but this one time, could you please make this one last?’
And we kissed a million times, and we lost track of the night
And I knew I’d never tire of looking into her eyes
One day in Barcelona, I couldn’t have been happier
Strutting through La Rambla, I finally was over her
I was caught up in my holiday and in my long-missed cheer
To further dwell on the sadness that choked the prior year
Where we had a million fights, and the days crawled into nights
And I lost the rush of love I felt when I would look into her eyes
One weekend at the lake that rush of love seemed to return
We reconciled and pledged that from our mistakes we would learn
And we focused on our future, and we set aside the past
And I thought about my pseudo-prayer – maybe this could still last
And we kissed a million times, and it once again felt right
And nothing brought me more joy than looking into her eyes
But it was just a flicker, the last glow of a dying light
We’d be back to pain and heartbreak after barely a fortnight
Tonight in Sacramento I get into bed alone
Scrolling through some nonsense as I stare into my phone
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The Conversation
01:56
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Hey Sara Jane, what was it that you were saying
Just before our conversation was cut short?
Sidetracked by minds that without the spotlight might act
Out til the focus is restored
On them, and then we wait til when
They find some other people to exhaust
Then we are free to resume our colloquy
If we can recall where we left off
Right, it’s not like this is really a surprise
Given where our conversation’s taking place
But, well, it’s such hell just because it really felt
As if we were chatting in a way
That seems like it could be a sign of connectivity
That can last beyond the contours of this night
Your witty quips through sangria lips
Are something I want more of at least twice
Hey Sara Jane, well I guess I can’t complain
‘Cause at least a conversation has begun
And heck, what’d we expect in this limp-dicked picaresque
Maybe next time we’ll be free of distractions
But next, at best, will be hard to manifest
With no guarantee it’ll even occur
These witty quips through sangria lips
Might be all we’ll have til our paths reconverge
Hey Sara Jane, what was it that you were saying?
Just before our conversation was derailed
It’s fine if this time the thought or question’s left your mind
In this place our tête-à-tête was bound to fail
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Roxy Goodbye
08:04
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Roxy goodbye
In golden light
Nevada sky
Roxy goodbye
Snow’s finally gone
Cold’s all but done
Roxy how long
‘Til we move on
Every time
You came, you sighed
Then opened your eyes
Every time
Softly restrained
But it still conveyed
A joy one can’t feign
That I can’t attain
Roxy goodbye
Roxy we tried
What’s left tonight?
Roxy goodbye
The joy will fade
Maybe someday
In Nevada’s haze
We’ll meet again
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