On a Starbucks Napkin (if they were big enough)

I can’t listen to Tracy Chapman.
I love Tracy Chapman.
It reminds me of her dancing.
She loved to dance.
“She’s Got a Ticket” was her favorite.
Like me, she was a wanderer
…and you could tell in her eyes.
“I don’t want no one to squeeze me,
they may take away my life”
She loved…and danced….
with every ounce of energy
she could muster.
“Baby just give me one reason,
give me just one reason why
I should stay.”
She danced with wild abandon,
And those eyes – those fucking eyes
..the ones that haunt me.
They were truly windows,
and there were no walls.
I wish I had that feeling again.
I wish I was that whole again.
I don’t cry for her,
I cry for what it was –
Specific moments of time…
When it was perfect…
Absolutely perfect.
Nothing mattered when she danced,
Nothing mattered but that moment.
“Words don’t come easily,
like forgive me,
forgive me.”
Jesus, if you want to be depressed,
listen to Tracy Chapman.

Rueben, the Starbucks guy, who once went on
a road trip to Texas and stayed at a strange lady’s
lake house, is going to change the music for me.

Dave Matthews…not much better –
“Its out of my hands for now.”