The wind changed.
The wind that cooled my back
Changed to the wind that cooled my face.
She done gone changed.
A cool northwest
Turned into a cold
Southeast. And she
scared the
Hell
Out of me.
She blew the dust off my eyes,
And chilled the warmth off my legs,
And woke me from
A deep sleep.

She swirled,
and swirled,
and swirled until that big glass of beer was empty.

She stood on her own windy legs
And told me to stand on MY
two legs, and
Go home.
Go home and don’t burn this beautiful weekend on
Booze
And desperate souls and
That funny disparaging laugh that
You do when
You’re making excuses to
Stay out later, and
Later,
And later.

That cool Northwest changed
to a cold Southeast,
And she blew me home.