- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Dallas - November 1993
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Flyin' south to Dallas
in a cold November rain
with this continental climate
weather there may be the same.
There's money from two countries
janglin' in my purse
and stories from two families
caught up in this verse.
The airplane's almost empty
and I'm stretched across two seats
tryin' to connect things
that are always out of reach.
Haven't yet had time to miss you
and I really won't be long
though last time I was in Texas
I know I did you wrong.
Now I've never stayed in Dallas
seems I'm always passin' through
thirty years ago in Dallas
JFK passed this way too.
So you've read it in your paper
seen it on your TV screen
but what's real, what's illusion
and what's caught up in-between?
Now when I remember Alice
I think of Texas in the spring
with the wildflowers bloomin'
redbud out and warblers sing.
But Alice isn't here now
smoke and booze - they took their toil
Messy life and lonely death
now she's one with Texas soil.
There's an ice storm now in Dallas
but the plane is coming in
red sun hangin' low o'er Dallas
let another record spin.
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