don't play it again Sam

 
met a woman last night  
ex-dancer  
good lookin’ in a worn way  
like I like ‘em  
 
seems smart enough  
good body  
got a voice that calms  
low  
solid;  
old-soul shit  
with her own brand  
of wise  
 
she warmed up to me easy  
could see she liked the way her farmload of dogs  
all met me waggin’  
and her cat come in for a rub of hello  
“she never does that”  
 
it means something to women  
that their pets trust you  
but I’ve never thought it meant nothin’;  
plenty of serial-murderin’ motherfuckers  
have pets  
 
we shared tea on her balcony  
did some good talkin’  
then went for a night-swim at the beach  
sea-breeze blowin’ warm and steady  
stars out  
planets too  
a few shooting stars marking births  
or deaths  
or blind inhuman luck  
while down here on earth  
there was enough skin  
splashing around  
for both of us  
to get  
an idea  
worth grabbin'  
 
 
 
I drove outta her place  
later  
wondering where the fuck the fire has gone  
‘cos it used to be  
that I’d go home hatching plots  
to get her knicker-naked  
and rolling in ruin  
but these days I got no gas for it;  
I’ll fuck her  
or not  
and we’ll get all the way in  
or not  
and we’ll care for each other  
or not  
 
then one of us will leave  
 
so  
what the fuck is the point  
if I aint heard the instrument play yet  
but I’m already sick  
of the song?  
 
 
 
 
 
don't reckon I'll call.