Don’t write Jamie when you’re drunk.
She’s married and so are you.
She’s pretty but that’s not enough.
You need to share a worldview, too.
(She worships the police and you don’t.
You’d have a sexy vidchat, but she won’t.)
Don’t write Jamie when you’re drunk.
It’s midnight for her, too. But unlike you,
she’s sleeping. Unlike you, she’s not up
thinking “I wonder what he’s up to?”
You’re just lonely In New Orleans.
You’re so lonely in New Orleans.
And where is Jamie? (What does
she wear to sleep?) Not with you.
[Sensible sobriety is so boring.
It's New Orleans and it's roaring!
But the jazzy trumpet fanfares
are all defeated by my snoring.]