Her Raincoat

Spit me up Have it at thee
Her ruthless rose + Her Haagen-Daaz
Her eye conspires to pin me to the wall
So I married her after all
and the drummer boys Quarter rest
And shovels Bible black coal
-Into the hole that we dug 
Slug the priest in his mute vows
Nursery cows vault pagen moons
All too soon we lose time
Stoned out of my mind.
-The day falls and The colors drain out
The snow sleeps and The storm drains sneeze
-And the road and the rubber are lovers of the first degree
The small of her back has shacked up with knots of stress.
But when she drives home...
-She is not alone by the phone
sipping red vacant beds
number your days. Fade to haze
So soon we lose time Stoned out of my mind
- But she's wearing her raincoat
but it's snowing outside
she does not see the light
Though she claims she is not blind
And you may green and easy 
sitting under apple boughs 
And life may fit you like your fathers coat but hang on
Cos off it goes. 

# copyright Joe Johnston