Out of the Blue

still reeling from beer intake

and all the subtle moves you make

that, of course, don't mean a thing –

nor this serenade for me you sing.

let's laugh about the days of old,

pretend that we have hearts of gold –

but I'll never forget the kiss

that fate kindly made me miss;

and soon enough I'll think of you

when I get out of the blue.

TMK 12apr2008