she came in a blue vest
wore it close to her throat
laughed when she told me
she liked rocking the boat
yes, she had soft red hair
wore it straight when she could
asked me to play her
and i promised i would
took me down through the door
where i liked what she showed
she gave me a ride
but i wanted the road
so i thought i'd linger
watch my world passing by
before she disappeared
with the next lonely guy
and her music ended
with the cold rushing in
bought a new blue vest
wore it close to my chin
this party was over
wore me down to the bone
she gave me advice
more than i've ever known
i don't need anymore
and i don't want to stay
it's only a bad dream
and should be over today
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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Jessica in Madrid, Spring 2006

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