Kathy

[vaneramos]

Kathy, there's still room in my car.
You can come with us anytime you like.
Take a ride in the city lane.
We're not coming home till late.
See all the headlights watching.
You can hear the whole world waiting
for your smile.

There's a place in my back pocket
a bottom drawer, too, where I keep people and places.
I've a photograph of you and the little white dog
from a farm in New York
where his teeth fell out.
He follows strangers in the park
because he can't remember who rescued him
but we all know.
So smile for the camera, Kathy.
Never stop riding with us
our flaky pastries, organic grapes
and mugs of herbal passion teas.

Kathy, you can ride in the back seat if you like.
You can cry if you want
because we all like your voice
if it's happy or sad.
We will talk about anything
we need to hear.
You know how to make someone
feel like times are changing.

Kathy, don't stay alone tonight.
You can ride in my car.
Even hide in the storage top if you want
from all the traffic.
We all know
you're a champion deep inside.