"FRONT-YARD FRIEND"
© 2009 Oliver John-Rodgers (OJR)
I’m speaking of failures
You’re speaking like a sailor
I can’t help but find it cute
And if you want me to
I’ll tape up my mouth
And we’ll never talk of this again
Is that what I am
Your taped-mouth friend?
You’re drunk in the shower
You’re calling me a coward
So finish up my coffee
If we stay up all night
I’m sure we’ll catch the sunrise
And I’ll need that gray tape once again
‘Cause that’s all I am
Your taped-up friend
But on the way back home
On the radio, a poem
From a man sad and drunk with lust
And he cried, “What more is love
If not trust?”
I’ve got one road to drive on
Let bygones be bygones
Forget about the angry words
My alibi’s a fuel light
Says I’ll be home by midnight
Then maybe I’ll turn on my phone
Is that what I am
Your phone-call friend?
I stop for apple cider
The boys who are inside are
Laughing at the look of my clothes
I’ve heard it all so often
The words they say dissolve in
The hatred on the tips of their tongues
But you’d be so happy
To know I’m so happy
But I’ve been thinking about that radio poem
O to fall for your smell and your touch
Though I’m just a friend
And that’s not much
But when we lie on the lawn
With one right and two wrongs
And the world seems only to spin
I don’t mind that I’m
Just your front-yard friend