100 Metropolitan Parkway


I saw him wait

and say,

“Is he worth it?”

3 o’clock is

witching hour

What a time for

an interview

He watched

as the devil he is

And he got out

of his leased ride

and hid his face

from me

That’s when I knew

how the interview would

proceed

How metropolitan

the melting pot

that would welcome

all that is light and tight

with a dark love

waiting

hoping

thinking

praying

How handsome is

as handsome does

to represent

the parking lot

as well as the

company’s name

Sealed with a shake

may the hand fail to break

dispelling myths

teetering on the cliffs

What a good sign

that your car was in line

When even though

he needs your mind

following directions

to perfections

You don’t take the same door

Could there be more?

Maybe the interview

goes long past four

and you exit through the back door

with a pay on the back

and papers in a stack

I wish you’d ask my name


 

The way you flip your hair

tells me you’re on it

But the way you part your teeth

I wish you would flaunt it

Don’t mind me if I stare

Or if you see me everywhere

Sometimes I wish you’d ask my name

 

The way you walk

 down the aisle

could make a lame man

 stand and smile

My how did you get your fame

Maybe it was the way you talk

that made men draw their own shadows with chalk

 

Damn, I wish you would ask me my name

 

And it’s a fine time

To make me thine

I got a name with my frame

And I’m down with a game

that would turn this smoke into a flame

I dare you

to ask me my name

 

When I think of our future

Makes my insides need a suture

My God, you’ve got me so tame

Our offspring from the sheets

would stand the test of time with tweets

Just give them my

own last name

 

Just let me love

to be loved

And then be loved

so I can love

Don’t make this a crying shame

When it’s time to lay your head

on my pillow on our bed

I hope I’ve made my mark with my name

 

Maybe I’ll Be Fine


All communication lost

You took away from me

What can I do

To make it stay

To make you play

To make you say

Hello, again?

 

No more clicking

Or ticking

Seems like someone’s picking

On me for no reason

In this season

Of heartache

And heartbreak

 

Can you take a little time

To tell me of my crime

I’m sorry, if I got out of line

Maybe I’ll be fine

If I show you your shrine

Maybe I’ll be fine

If I drink some wine

 

I won’t point out any flaws

Just because

You made so many laws

With all those hidden clauses

And dotted pauses

Where I did sign

Maybe I’ll be fine

 

Maybe I’ll be fine

If you sign

Mine

If you sign mine

If you have the time

Can you sign?

I’m running out of time