There are dishes in the sink this morning 

They remind me of a dream 

There are coffee cups and empty glasses 

I laid next to a wet sponge 

I casually accept the image 

As something that I’ve seen 

I’m cooking breakfast 

You’re on my radio 



You’re dripping wet from a mid day shower 

Soon you’ll be drying off your dick 

I want to be romantic about it 

But there’s really not much more to it 

I slip into the clothes that you bought me 

And I pull on my new boots 

I wait for you to call 

On your way home from work 



I’m saving up my moments 

For the next time that we meet 

You’re cherry red I’m a kick in the head 

And for this I thought I would probably receive 



The afternoon is a study in stagnation 

Seems I haven’t moved an inch 

I guess it stems from a form of frustration 

And how we never get enough 

I check my watch and I scratch my head 

And I walk out on the deck 

I reach into my pocket book 

And I light my last cigarette 



I’m saving up my moments 

For the next time that we meet 

You’re cherry red I’m a kick in the head 

And for this I thought you would probably receive 



My favorite hour of any day 

Is the one before you get home 

A fading sense of anticipation 

Is something I’ve come to know 

I do not doubt and we will wait it out 

I would have waited here all day 

You pull around the corner 

And you park in my driveway 

You pull around the corner 



It’s been a lousy day