REPEAT BUSINESS

by Joe Moore   Apr 27, 2004


TUESDAY, 9A.M.
COUNTRY DAWNS THE DOOR
SUNDAY DRESS
DRAPED THE HARDWOOD FLOOR

RED HEAD AND FRECKLES
INNOCENT AND BRIGHT WITH HOPE
SOUTHERN CHARMS ABOUND
SO WITTY WITH HER JOKES

ASK ABOUT MY PHONE
IF PERMISSION WOULD GIVE HER USE
"NOT FROM AROUND THESE PARTS"
"NEED TO CALL MY COUSIN SNOOP"

SNOOP WASN'T HOME
CHATTED ABOUT THE SITUATION
NOW INTEREST HAVE GROWN
IDLE CHATTER NOW CONVERSATION

SOMEONE SPOKE OF DINNER
A HOTEL CONFIRMED A DATE
ONE THING LEAD TO ANOTHER
SHARING SHEETS TILL VERY LATE

EARLY I RISE TO LEAVE
SNOOP SLEEP IN PARKING LOT
QUIETLY I RETRIEVE MY KEYS
REPEAT THIS VISIT I'M NOT

NO PROMISE TO CALL
NO NUMBER I LEAVE
THAT'S RIGHT THATS ALL
ANOTHER NOTCH ON MY SLEEVE

WEDNESDAY 9 A. M.
NEW YORK DAWNS THE DOOR
STALLETTO HEELS 3 INCHES HIGH
THEY KNOW NOT WHATS IN STORE

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