Hit and miss in the rain
A stain down the windowpane
And that -
That you -
Stood there in the doorway
Smirking in your own refrain outside the shop
Where the street is wet
And I cannot forget every moment of
'Something ... something ....'
[INSERT COMMERCIAL METAPHOR HERE]
Rain in my door
Is better than a customer never
The stain on the jewelry
I breathe on the semi-precious stones
What's that song?
It's from next door
The next door frame
The next in-out, in-out,
Ways walk past and disappear
Like shadows down the street
In stones and paving slabs
And 9 to 5 and Dolly Parton and the memory of her massive bosoms blow
How can't you love Dolly?
A memory on sideways like a
'Something ... something ... incongruous Beck metaphor'
'Rain with eyes and cat's whiskers backwards as the sun sets on my alligator pants'
Or floor with
Drip marks across its wooden stain
Light splattering through windowpanes
It's your job
Stood there still in the door
Behind the counter, mate
Make tea and coffee
Breaks a deal breaker favor five or ten minutes later
Call Table 9 back out into the rain
Call a taxi, a bus, or a Train-to-London Train
Call me out the door
Call me what you think's my name