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The Blue Orchid
Moonlight casting its glow
On the pavement
Broken yellow lines
Mocking my blues
I doff my hat at the mannequins
Lining Bechamel's windowpane
Was that a wink I saw
Or am I losing my mind?
When we dance it's electric
No one can tango like my gal
On the floor she is kinetic
What else can I say
So I take a peek inside
Blue Orchid on a Friday night
They're eight deep at the bar
The mood is just right
Grass skirts swaying
To a hula Ai Kahiko
A taste of Hawaii
In Old Mexico
Sipping from a bowl
A concoction of spirits afire
Love wells of blue draw me in
Past her mischievous grin
Passing my time
In a tiki hideaway
Ghosts of Industry
Well, the decklids no longer ride
And the spinners hang on the wall
Seat cushions are permanently stained
With the blood of...
Gone are the pulleys and belts
Steam whistle eagles no longer scream
The furnaces are winking out one by one
Till all that remains are ashes
Well, Johnny sorry to let ya know
Company's fallen on hard times
Best of luck to you, son
We have to let you go
Reuther established a standard
With politics and baseball bats
Those picket lines served the Chairman notice
That the rank and file weren't for sale
But long years and greasy deals
Lay between us and them
It's a global market now, son
Goodnight Enigmatic SongShe was the song you hear and, at first blush, don't like.
Well, you don't know how you feel about it so you keep listening in an attempt to discover how exactly you feel and then you reach the end of the song and you realize, you don't like it; you love it.
That was Grace.
She was my coworker and she was my friend.
We carpooled together, I drove and she slept most of the way.
"Don't get much sleep at night, do you?" I asked her, catching those drooping lids mid-descent.
She looked out the window streaked with rain; it spoke in percussive touches filling the car with quiet overcast conversation.
I felt the warmth of her smile in the corner of my eye. The blur of her hand reached at the window to feel the cold of the droplets.
"When I was a girl, I used to race these. I thought it was funny the fat ones always won," she giggled and I imagined her as a little girl in the passenger seat then, legs too short to reach so kicking, and hair messed in the bac
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