Gravy Fries And Dirty Lollipops

Gravy fries

And dirty lollipops

I love the way that sounds

And everything else you said.

I read your letter

On Sunday morning in one

Of those "cheesequake-type"

Rest areas that jersey is so famous for

On the border of delaware

Too far away to turn back

And give you that kiss

That I was waiting for you to ask for

And that you deserved.

If only just for having lips like that.

If only you made one gesture

Or sat a little closer.

Touched my arm or

Looked at me for longer

Than what's appropriate I would been all over you.

I guess my vibe was not

As powerful as I had thought it was

Or you wouldn't have been able to

Resist my charms.

I've listened to your tape a million times (okay, not that many but a whole lot)

Over the past few days, actually its in my tape player right now.

I wanted to hear what you sounded like in arizona. Where its warmer.