Two Poems by Wyatt Martin

She sat in my booth, told me what my dreams meant
She was smoking, she gave me a parliament

She was playing with some scales, she threw me a line to fish
I ain’t gonna lie, I bit down on it (a bit)

She had a little paper, she drew me as she saw fit
She promised me harmony, played me a circle of fifths

I promised commandments but gave her a laundry list
Skeletons in the hallway dead flowers in our trailer hitch

She put it in a poem, spit her bubble gum in it
One more of cup of coffee she said, and then I’ll split

One more of cup of coffee she said, and then I’ll spill
I’ll let you take me home to my basement on a hill

That was a long time ago, now she’s on the road taking tolls
Waiting on a couple roosters to come home

That was a long time ago, nows she’s on the road taking tolls

Mamas got 2 little ones but no one to hold her
Mamas got 2 little ones but no one to show for (/chauffeur)

Army jacket on, changing diapers in the shoulder
Humming to the radio, “we only ever say goodbye with words…”

See her on the street all she wants to do is greet
Blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah

See her on the block, all she does is talk, talk
Blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah

See her all alone, she’s like an air balloon takin’ off
See her at the bar, she’s like an air balloon takin’ shots

See her all alone, she’s like ain air balloon takin’ off
See her at the bar she’s like an air balloon takin’ shots

she was