This Poem Doesn’t Need a Dedication (‘Cuz you know who you are. Don’t ya, babe?)

A faded velvet sky
Melts into a deeper blue,
A lukewarm breeze
Brings a memory into view:

Marching down a diamond highway
That someone covered with shit,
Of all the towns along this route
There are none where I really fit.

‘Twas here I first saw you;
Here where you finally let me down
Your hair tied up in a bandanna
Someone told you was a crown

They all tried to warn me
But I can be so thick
Every word you ever spoke to me
Was just another trick

It was a hard lesson to learn
But one I’ll never forget
Of all the things I said to you
‘Hello’ is the only one I regret.

3 November 1995