by Jeph Johnson
Genesee
still unknown.
ventures out, alone
pulls back her long red hair
graceful, elegent and aware
I sit haggard in this booth and write
this dismal dark midwinter night
songs I've longed to sing,
and dream
that dream
I've longed to dream:
simply
Genesee
with me.
after awhile,
she asks me
"How've you been?"
feigning a whimsical smile
This is indeed
Genesee
Mere months ago
this little girl
her dreams poised
in the fashion world
on the runway,
in the sunshine
Genesee
she wipes my
dirty tabletop down,
at this late night grill
on the wrong side of town.
Drifting between the chairs
with her head held high in the air
modeling her bell skirt uniform,
while on rages the storm
of Genesee
in the rain
Night after night, over and over again
she asks "How've you been?"
and that smile still hides our pain
of
Genesee
in the rain
Your Genesee series is brilliant!
Starward
Continuing to be impressed with your lyric talent!