Matador, masterpiece,
morning prayer memories
of horizons from the ship we were in
in one of last night's best dreams.
Perennial projections
of bad ideas onto frigid seas.
How could I neglect ideas like these?
Now Dallas, it changes me,
and Memphis estranges me.
Still I take a souvenir
to remember I was here.
Pale cheap glass of jubilee shine,
tin-coated red,
at least I can she that it's mine,
or have something for you when I return this time.
For you there are 365 summer nights,
and special diamonds that shine twice as bright.
They're far too beautiful for any old ring.
Don't say I never brought you anything.
With fever, pitch, pride, and headlong speed,
I will search this whole town to get you what you need.
just tell me what you need.