Sugar Cubes and Rock Salt

Sugar cubes and rock salt

Poetry and insults

She is in this room but far away

Philosophy and child's play

Blue-skied days

Black-skied nights

Naked skin, covers, fights

Thinking things I'll never say

It's just one of those days

Let me count the ways I love her

Then I'll count the way I don't

I would do anything for her

Expect for what I won't

Not much that I won't

Sugar cubes and rock salt

We ante up and we default

The boredom that her eyes convey

We're atheists who wheel and pray

Rising waves, ebbing tiding

Holding hands on coaster rides

Black, white, mix to gray

There will be other days

Let me count the ways I love her

Then I'll count the ways I don't

I could say anything to her

Expect for what I don't

Don't know why I don't

Wonder why I don't

Today this kid

He came into my office

Wondering how to ask a girl out

Said she was the kind of pretty

That scared the words away

I said: drop the brief case

Grab a cup pf coffee

talk romantic poets

Told him Read Elizabeth and John

Miss Barrett Browning and Keats live on

Their words are yours to build upon

Never asked Sara on the first date

Used to read Elizabeth and John

Used to talk so much before time wore on

Which one of us is the most with-drawn?

I try to speak like Keats wrote

A Thing of Beauty end quote

But words stay stuck in my throat

Maybe some other day

There will be other days

Today is another day