Dreamgirls on the road

It was cold in Albany when we started planning

Eastern bloc beaches and checkpoints  

I'm thinking I maybe left something there

Among the wild dill and poppies

And I like the way you see things.

We took up marigold ideas instead

A warm weather scheme cooked up

In the steam of broken hearts in lockdown 

Fueled by our own voices playing back

And dark horse crazy bitch discovery 

We arrived to where I left you in the rain –

Eastward bound then as now

Wars and weddings not withstanding.

Tell me what the cards say over coffee

Tell me when the say it's time to go.