somewhere around 9



ten minutes before nine and nine minutes
away from the hour as the last of the summer gnats have a good roll and flow through my well ventilated room
as the woman starts chiming in over
Django's stru-strum-strummin'
on the chords ..

it's now closer to nine o'clock
and I'm starting to feel that I don't want to have anywhere
to be all the time ..

just give me the time to be here next to time
to speak about the minutes it misses,
instead of running about on flat tires
and thick oil that could ignite at anytime ..

sure,
pick up the receiver and tell them I'm not going to be able to make it by today - perhaps tomorrow,
but maybe next week if I feel so ..

there's only so much love out there
and I believe there can be more if we want more ..

though,
I don't want any more of this all about runnin' around now ..

I just want nothin' to do with wantin'
and you can take that pride too --
it's much
much - much
too glorified and that's just that at about 6 minutes out from nine,
lovers ..