Thursday, November 20, 2008

Hatsumomo San

November morning sun, and the air was still
We rode together up Novelty hill
She's like an angel, but her wings
Are weaved together from carbon strings

She says her name is Hatsu-something
But I know she's from Wisconsin
She loves to play, she longs to please
And when she sings, its like a breeze

Sometimes I'm certain she reads my mind
But to her ways I'm deaf dumb and blind
Sometimes she squeaks as if she knows
The weight of rando and all his sorrows

We drag in for the final reciept
As I walk away from that hard leather seat
She leaves the glow of love behind
And memories imprinted on my mind

Thanks to Amy Pieper


Narayan said...

Interesting choice of name... Hatsumomo is the name of the Evil geisha in Arthur Golden's "Memoirs of a Geisha". Highly recommended reading (if you haven't done so already).

JKramer said...

True Love!