녹슨 다이아몬드
Well, I'll be damned!
Here comes your ghost again.
But that's not unusual,
It's just that the moon is full,
And you happened to call.
And here I sit,
Hand on the telephone,
Hearing a voice I'd known,
A couple of light years ago,
Heading straight for a fall.
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs.
My poetry was lousy you said.
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust.
Well, you burst on the scene,
Already a legend,
The unwashed phenomenon,
The original vagabond.
You strayed into my arms,
And there you stayed,
Temporarily lost at sea.
The Madonna was yours for free.
Yes, the girl on the half-shell,
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing,
With brown leaves falling around,
And snow in your hair.
Now you're smiling out the window,
Of that crummy hotel,
Over Washington Square.
Our breath comes out white clouds,
Mingles and hangs in the air.
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now, you're telling me
You're not nostalgic.
Then give me another word for it.
You who are so good with words,
And at keeping things vague.
Because I need some of that vagueness now,
It's all come back too clearly.
Yes, I loved you dearly.
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust,
I've already paid
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