I named her Valentine
A mahogany six string ,
Because of the shop on Valentine street ?
Because I love love ?
Echoing in its deep notes , my unstable moods
Swaying with the scents of this new city
Warming under my arms ,
As I play unkempt tunes of the life left behind
And unkempt tunes this city plays through me
A French song tonight
A French girl to sing it
Oh Valentine ,
You smell of beginnings and half painful ends
You shall take time to take me in ?
But I already have , shamelessly early
What do I do , what can I ?
Are you the muse or the musing ?
Is it the cafe tonight ? Shall I let her sing ?
My mahogany six string