A REFUGE FOR POETS WHO WRITE IN THE LYRIC TRADITION,
WITH RHYME AND METER, WITH OR WITHOUT MUSIC
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ONE FOR JODY
Come this time each night, love,
You say you gotta go
Roaming through the pubs and bars
A-looking for a partner
You don’t have to know.
With no feeling to begin with,
No love’s a-gonna grow.
Any man a-cruising
Should he lay his eyes on you.
Should he see your lips a-calling,
Should he see your body move
In the enticing way you do,
Could not help but find a place
To take advantage of you.
You’re such a tiny person,
So good looking, young of age;
I hope it won’t be painful for you
Passing through this stage.
You swear you had a good man,
Still you had a marriage fall,
And now you fear a strong attachment
To any man at all.
Go your way for now,
Be doing what you feel compelled to do.
You say it’s too easy
To pick up the man you love
And so a one-night stand will do;
But remember that I love you
When your cruising days are through.
Potsdam, New York, 1978
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