Quick Take

Passing by
mirrored reflection,
Pushing through,
opposite direction,
Missed you.



Honey

Door bells and phone calls
intruders
in my day
Reserved for the sweetalk, that extra lovin'
I got things I wanna' say
to You and you only,
But make me a sandwich, honey.
I think there's baloney.


Make Me A Pallet

No, I didn't say wallet.
I ain't got no money, no way.
What I need is a little softness
between me and this hard floor,
And don't you worry none,
I'll find the door,
in the morning.

See, you're yawning,
you won't even know I'm here
Just make me a pallet
behind this chair
Swear on my Momma's . . .
heart,
I'll fold the blankets, and
disappear.