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[06] "double dealing" > "when will the blues leave" E-mail
If I Could Be With You
Sunday, 15 January 2006 09:43
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double dealing 

for penny


this might be
the corniest
question in the book
but baby,

if you love me &
i love you, then
why do we be having
some other peoples

on the side? i know it s
you i want so
desperately, but if i can't see you
cuz you with someone else

or it's just too hard to get a-
long wit  you, then even before
my blood stops boiling i
pick up the phone & call some-

body else so how can i be so
mad wit  you
when i m out here
double dealing

on my own? if it's just money
that keeps us apart, or all the kids
we got between us, then
why can t we make

the most of it
with each other, & put
the good parts
where they belong, the two of us

together yr legs
around my back,
yr sweet brown body
sh-sh-sh-shaking in my arms



detroit
may 26, 1982
after percy mayfield





When Will the Blues Leave

for penny


the words to a million songs
dance in my head
but my bed is empty
& you're somewhere else

altogether
without me, a song
without a singer, a long way off
like six blocks is for-

ever, baby, why can't
we, why don't we
cut this space
out of our lives, like

charlie parker with strings
is such a perfect
blend, ornette & don
cherry, miles & trane,

i can't get you
out of my fucking brain, oh
baby you can move me
in with you, or we can go some

other place, it don't
matter where, but be with me,
baby, & the blues will leave
the two of us, just as quick as that



detroit
june 3, 1982
after ornette coleman




#20

i mean you 

for penny


it's not just a case
of wanting to be in love

as if it didn t matter
just who you are

or the particularities, like
the way you make my blood race,

the certain taste of your skin,
or just how soulful you are

in every way, & how deeply
& completely you understand me

in all the nutty complexity
of my being it's your intelligence,

your exquisite taste in music,
& the warmth of you i want,

baby, the warmth of you i want
like i ve never wanted anyone else



detroit
september 18, 1984



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