Jersey

Jersey                                April 16, 2006

I wanted to sprout some wings and fly away

To a land filled, to me, of mystic wonders.

Somehow, though, I didn't consider along the way

The possibilities for love could and would bloom.

I set my sights north, not caring if it was the North Pole.

It was a risky venture, this dice roll,

But if I didn't act now, I'd be lying face-first in the water,

Dead in a prison with translucent bars.

And when I landed up north in Bergen County,

Things were crazier than what we have in the Southern haze.

Cars were everywhere, honking their horns,

Speaking foul language that I can't understand,

And it was while I was driving here

On these streets west of New York City,

I found this beautiful woman named Rose.

When I first talked to her, I laughed at her accent,

And that's when I began to called her, "Jersey."

We went out for a few drinks in the Big Apple.

We caught a ballgame at Yankee Stadium.

There are so many things she and I share,

So many things, in fact, that bring a scare,

And yet love, the most forceful of them,

Is the common denominator, dare I say?

These were times that can and never will slip my mind.

Well, the time to slip away from the fantasy came.

It came, and I don't think I had dry eyes

For about two whole days,

For I knew that I must leave my Rose, my Jersey girl.

She cried as I kissed her goodbye,

And I tried not to look back.

I cried as I had to return back to raging inferno.