A penny for your melody
Bethany
We're still making love in a memory
Before the letter you
Sent to me
Blue ink on hotel stationary
You were touring for the money
Certainly
When you realized you didn't need me
Democracy was decaying
When you called me
About a bounced check from the record company
And these years
They bleed
Like when the cities of our empire
Express their suicidal need
The sum
Of our dreams
Our Camelot fell apart
At the seams
With this machine to appease
You took any hand you could
When I was down on my knees
We believe whom we believe
Whether the poet in a gutter
Or techie in a limousine
It hurt me when I heard you were
A junkie
But you said you quit cold turkey
When I queried why you'd
Called me
You said baby, they've swept up our confetti
I said I'm on a PhD
At University
Relieved they had a life left to sell me
The last thing you told me was
Sweetie
I got your number from your mother
She thinks you still love me
And these tears
They seem
To remind me there's no implosion
I haven't already seen
But sonny
Come here
All men sometimes get sad
There's nothing wrong with your daddy
But a poet's
Reverie
And time does clarify
All not to be
We're an
American family
And the singer in my poems
Compared to your mother meant nothing to me