Red Paint

I was sad enough last Saturday

I woke you to talk but you didn't have much to say

You came to, to two cherry cokes, came to, to cokeIn the morning, when the wind is still warm

And the rivers still coming and following

The Astor hotel is black in the windows

Black in the hall, since we left separatelyA country letter, straight from a widow, come in the nighttime

To the back porch, throw rocks at my window

And climb the terrace to the landing

This house built cleverly for you and me

(You sound like young love)