The day after New Year's Day is the first normal day of the year
An unordinary morning was an ordinary courtroom
The defendant pleaded his case, he was summoned alphabetically
He didn't wait long, last name was Brueske
No money for a cab so he hitchhiked the ghetto
Reflection unflattering in each passing window
Coughing and sneezing, shirt flapping in the wind
He was going to see an old friend, a single mother skilled in shorthand
He knew where she was but where had she been?
She'd disregarded his invitation, a response much delayed
Elusiveness masterful, no répondez s'il vous plaît
The drifter dressed nicely from head to toe
Wearing Italian leather and a polyester cloak
Metaphorical noose making him choke
Her x-ray vision stripped him bare
Suspicions of a dagger
But underneath everything love was all that mattered
She asked for his order but knew what he'd come for
To collect descriptions of the expressions of the girls he adores
Reveal their delight and all that satisfies
Reveal your sensuality constantly hidden
Willingness for loveliness veiled with braids and ribbon
Fighting her gut was always a given
An assertive believer was unfairly despised
As the twinkle in her eyes embarrassed the skies
Like billowing white or comets vaporized
He lost his way in her galaxy as their love transcended time and space
The world faded out with telepathy contained
Imitation of art prominently displayed
The belated celebration wasn't the least bit irrelevant
You can still propose a toast on the day after New Year's Day
Dedications swallow smoothly on January 2nd
Their union, their touch, held in contempt with a hush
Just a kiss on the cheek and a dollar for the bus
She was at all angles with hungry guests left to fool
It was the last time they'd tease or laugh like they used to
One day late and a remembrance short
363 more for this bothered sort
On Monday love slipped by like satin through his fingers
On Tuesday and forever her answers will linger