Skirt swayin' in the wind
12/09 2023
I watched the skirt sway in the wind
She was closer to me than my own kin
And snow rained on the roofs,
Scottish hounds said woof,
Time was running out,
And Shane MacGowan died of a bout
Of that ol' skirt-sway watching
As the weathered copper latching
Opens, and you standing there, smiling,
You that I have no hope of ever having.
I swear I saw her in the smoked glass
Ever clearer than church bespoken brass.
"What is a name that I can't spell at night?"
I ask, but I'm dancing across the moon in flight.
Skirt how it sways, notes how they play,
Much to the Sun's dismay.
But I have watched the skirt sway in the wind,
It talked of how in the future we sinned
As the sounds of a distant bell
Tolled for those we cannot name
And those we can only dare blame
When we kiss our love goodnight,
And then reach to turn off the light.