Scattered Pearls

the clasp broke at the disco Mom I'm sorry

& the older men who hit on Becky

nearly broke their necks on scattered pearls

& we searched the best we could

for two entire songs we knelt & felt along

the place where we had stood

but we only found 7 of Grandmother's pearls

& as we rode the bus home I thought surely

I'd wake up tomorrow just to find

that I had dreamed up everything

there'd still be pearls on a string

I wouldn't smell like smoke & I'd still

have the cash that I had spent on drinks

oh I feel as scattered as Grandmother's pearls

Mom don't cry they're only pearls