do you want me down there ?
with your loans and exchange rates and the awful, old men
catching colds as they wait for their fortunes to grow?
I can always drop by, bring you cheesepies and coffee
be as pleasant as tidings, but hey
do I want you up here?
with my books and my photos and the silly old tricks
turning phrase after phrase for a book never published
You can always reply to my lines and my letters
be as pleasant as tidings, but hey...