Wednesday

Wednesday

Nothing here to fear
I’m just sitting around
being foolish when there
is work to be done
Just a hang-up call
and the quiet breathing
of our Persian
we call Cajun
on a Wednesday

so we go from year to year
with secrets we’ve been
Keeping
Though you say you’re
not a Templar man
Seems as if we’re
circling for very
different reasons
But one day the Eagle
has to land

Out past the fountain
a left by the station
I start the day
in the usual way
Then think
- well why not -
and stop for a coffee
then begin to recall
things that you say

No one’s at the door
You suggest a ghost
perhaps a phantom
I agree with this in part
Something is with us
I can’t put my
finger on –
is Thumbalina size 10
on a Wednesday –

so we go from year to year
with secrets we’ve been
Keeping
Though you say you’re
not a Templar man
you tell me to cheer up
you suspect we’re
oddly even
Even still
the Eagle has to land

Out past the fountain
a left by the station
I start the day
in the usual way
Then think - well why not -
and stop for a coffee
and begin to recall
things that you say
Pluck up the courage
and snap it’s gone again
I start humming ‘When Doves
Cry’

Can someone help me
I think that I’m
Lost here
Lost in a place
called
America