Rush Hour

Rush hour

and the day's dawning

the rain came

and pushed me under the awning

the puddles grew and threw themselves at me

with every passing car

i'm shielding my guitar

and there were some things that i

did not tell him

there were certain things

he did not need to know

and there were some days

when i did not love him

he didn't understand me

and i don't know why

i didn't go

he said change the channel

i've got problems of my own

i'm so sick of hearing about drugs

and aids

and people without homes

and i said, well,

i'd like to sympathize with that

but if you don't understand

then how can you act

i expected summer to be there in the morning

i woke to the alarm

but she was out of arms reach

sneaking out

on silent thighs

that were spent and sore

from the hot nights that came before

he said i looked for you

i don't know why

i said i was wearing black so you could

see me against the sky

take your big leather boots

and your buckles and your chains

put them on a downtown train

i expected he would be there in the morning

i awoke to the alarm

he was still in arm's reach

but his body was just a disguise

his mind had wandered off long ago

you see in his eyes

love isn't over when the sheets are stained

in my head there remains

so much left to be said

make me laugh, make me cry, enrage me

but just don't try to disengage me