i live, for now,
in your small blue house
under the wide-spreading oak
your face is everywhere
your voice fills the air
strong, jazz beat, masculine
sometimes I lie in your bed
and let it take me -
your voice -
walk the streets
with you
New Orleans, New York,
San Francisco
carefree, tipsy
sleepless
and I wanna go along
wanna know how the night feels
when the moon is a piece of tea