Dallas Love Field

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Dallas Love Field

by Henry Jamison

She sings of apple trees and blossoms and she called me from Dalls Love Field as the winter storm warning went on taunting me
When we met we were two bright eyed alcoholics
in the spring time of the year of our lord as we glanced the gilded edges of our identities

Whatever the way of the lover’s lot
Black as the kettle’s the hypocrite pot
Often than more, more often than not

So come here baby
In the dark and out
Ridin’ our bikes to the dive bar at the edge of town
Was it some shrill and false persona
That was leadin’ me around?

Well my right hand offended me but the left hand was waving free ’til it knocked me out

Crossed the street from the bar to the cathedral and we heard vespers sung by the choir and in ghostly vestments we waltzed down the aisle

To be honst babe, never saw you comin’ home
Though I did believe the world to be a starry dome

Do I?

Maybe we take a longer way to a cosmic homeade place to stay
Spinning lanterns in the field until the end of days

Well my right hand offended me so I bent down on bended knee and I cut it off

Did I?

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