The Middle Man

If I lean a little too far forward
And sink deeply into my shoulders
My body asks my brain
Hey man, is our girl alright?
So my brain, puts on his Sherlock hat
And flips through its microfiche of images
Of the body, my body, searching
for the last time
I ever looked this way…
Well she was sad and did the same thing
In 1998 when she didn’t get that job, brain says confidently.
Heart agrees.
And she reacted just like this in 2005
Slouching and such
After her trip to the psych ward, So soul, let me ask
Hey man, is our girl alright?
She’s not crying yet but my guess is, soul whispers to
my internal crew,
she’s feeling pretty blue. What the hell should we do?
You idiots, screams the blood stream,
This fool has just been drinking,
Put some music on body, baby, that’ll get her moving..
So body does what it’s told
But forgot to get my glasses so it didn’t know
the album in the deck was Etta James.
Mind is still fumbling through
Trying to put back memories
And each song that she sings
Only reminds me of you
Tears roll down
to the heart’s beat
And I chug the rest of my brew
Now it’s true.
Sadness ensues.
Is our girl alright, they whisper all night
I lean a little further forward

Is our girl alright, they whisper all night
And cry myself to sleep

Only to be awakened by stomach’s howls,
What the hell you got to eat?

 

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