by Jack Merlot
copyright 2008
Ruby
She’s been about three hours now
and he can’t afford to let
the time slip by so fast
And patience is a virtue, maybe
but a prince is a pauper
with a psalm and a heart of glass
All along the watchtower
is the tune that he whistles
as the moon transcends the hour
watching cartoons on the telly
melts the faces of the children
as he croons at the sky…
I’m really sick of chump change
center my political attire
help me with your steady hands
and I’ll release your wires
Welcome to my room where the
blues and the rubies atelier
where everything is holly and clover
when the snow melts away
she’s keeping track of time now
I wonder how she’ll be when she’s
pressed up against that cool alchemical stone
They seemed like such a match made in heaven
and it looked like lady luck
was beckoning them to build a home
Well, I could go all night with you
she whispered and her breath was honeysuckle
in the moonlight
if I could go home again maybe
I’d go as Jack Merlot and
be the bone of contention
I’m really sick of chump change
center my political attire
help me with your steady hands
and I’ll release your wires
Welcome to my room where the
blues and the rubies atelier
where everything is holly and clover
when the snow melts away