After midnite, alone.
Drinking vodka and
listening to Hoyt Axton.
Horny? Oh, my God , yes,
no Girl Scouts better try to break in.
No.
And the fire I feel for the woman I love…
But the dogs and I are on guard.
If I can wake them up,
I’m sure they’d be dangerous.
I miss my wife.
And I dream in the evening
she brings me wine.
Come home.