back to you…

and my thoughts race in this early morn…backwards they go…to Montreal…Montpelier…Philly…New Haven…New York…always the next town…always the next ….leaving in the black of night…north and south on 95…north and south…winding my way from Maine to Virginia…jazz on midnight radio…driving and driving and driving…borrowing money from ex-wives…ex-friends…ex-lovers…and enemies…whatever it took to keep the gas tank off E…food in my belly…booze on my lips…this i did in rememberance of thee…

leaving mortgages behind…Saturday morning mowing sessions with a lawn that never gave-up a fight…trash detail on Sunday evenings…mid-week moanings of humpday blues with boredom between me and you…boredom between me and you…and i wanted this and you wanted that…never did we meet…never…just a cold war in an old house with tomatoes on the vine and daffodils and lilacs…and lillies…and Japanese maples showing growth each year…each year…

but not us…our love broke-down with each season…nothing new…same old same old…till the wanting stopped…the wanting stopped…

and i hit the road…leaving a mess behind…unpaid bills…traffic tickets…dirty dishes…a dog named Floyd…said i was goin’ out for a six pack and never came back…a note left on a pillow…

and my thoughts race in this early morn…backwards they go…to Montreal…Montpelier…Philly… New Haven…New York…

and you…yes you…
my thoughts go back to you…

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