Hello, babe?

Hello babe? Big steps sidewalk, cars buzz can’t talk What would I say, like scratching on a chalk Bored to life, misery. Repeating is my history Walking Asta in the dark, I just love a good mystery But we need more clues, femme fatal spoken words to use Stumping on big blue with those lack of any news blues Nora has an arm load of boxes; Nick boozing acting obnoxious I see you coming you remind me of her, both gorgeous foxes Work this case with me doll, cause I’m clueless climbing the wall Not drinking like Ray but it’s another lost weekend after all Time to fill in the blanks, follow the trail from the lawyers to the banks Take me to the river, wash away the confusion , okay I love you thanks! Tim Windisch 07 05 2024