Note to self…

Don’t forget tonight

I wrote letters on my hand     To remind me of the time that     I need to be beside you     On the train into the city,     So that we can hear the music     Of a man they call Bo Didley –     But before I get to see you     I need to get my new shirt,     It’s still in with the cleaners     So I’ll pick it up and cruise home     And then I’ll come a get you.     I’m sure you’ll be real pretty ‘cos     That’s just the way you are –     But it’s getting hot and sweaty on     The bus ride to the cleaners     And I’m thinking of the time     That we went out for pizza     and now that’s all I want to do –     but my hand just tells me different     and keeps me on the path,    that I must follow from the start –     If I’m to have a chance at keeping,     Just a small piece of the deeply loving heart and my once in lifetime righteous gift that’s you.