Poetry

Here’s Looking At You, Kid

You can tell Gail, if she calls

That I’m famous now for all of these rock and roll songs

And even if that’s a lie 

She shoulda given me a try

When we were kids on the field of the first day of school

I would’ve been her fool

And I would’ve sang out your name in those old high school halls

You tell that to Gail, if she calls

And you can tell Jane, if she writes

That I’m drunk off all these stars and all these crazy

Hollywood nights

And that’s total deceit 

But she shoulda married me

And tell her I spent every night of my youth on the floor

Bleeding out from all these wounds

I would’ve gotten her right out of that town she despised

You tell that to Janie, if she writes

But boys will be boys and girls have those eyes

That’ll cut you to ribbons sometimes

And all you can do is just wait by the moon

And bleed if it’s what she says you oughta do

You remind Anna, if she asks why

That a thief stole my heart while she was making up her mind

I heard she lives in Brooklyn with the cool

And goes crazy over that New York scene on 7th Avenue

But I used to wait at the diner a million nights without her

Praying she won’t cancel again tonight

And the waiter served my coffee with a consolation sigh

You remind Anna, if she asks why

Tell her it’s alright

You know it’s hard to tell you this

Oh it’s hard to tell you this

Here’s looking at you, kid.

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