he caught her on the right night…two fools kissin’ in the rain…birds chirpin’…not singin’…chirpin’…like hungry babies beggin’ for food…the wanting to be fed…
and they made out under a red neon sign sayin’…Budweiser…Budweiser…Budweiser…it flashed on and off along with the other signs up and down Broadway…coffee shops…all nite diners…ATM machines…a strip joint…
she ran her hands through his thick hair…cars drove by…Fords…Chevys…a Dodge pick-up on it’s last leg…couple of semis…a kid on a bicycle…
they couldn’t keep their eyes off of each other…holdin’ each other…while drunks walked past…fists wailed…stragglers tryin’ to take steps towards home…some kinda sleepin’ bag under a bridge…
he told her he loved her…that’s when the trouble started…and hookers made offers to johns and Gentiles…wives waited up past midnight’s blue…with dawn on the horizon…
she kissed him a final time…walked away…,I’ll call ya…,he yelled…she never turned ’round…just kept walkin’…some folks ain’t ready for love…
dmseay 