Meet me in the middle of the day.
Let me hear you say everything’s ok.
Bring me southern kisses from your room.
Meet me in the middle of the night.
Let me hear you say everything’s alright.
Let me smell the moon in your perfume.
—Steve Forbert, Romeo’s Tune
Saturday morning, after having seen him at a small cafe the night before. The signed Jackrabbit Slim CD sits on the desk. “For Trudy and Dave,” it says, with a great cruly-wavy autograph in black.
The song plays loudly the speakers in the study. He walks back into the bedroom. She reaches out to him.
“Oh baby, it’s ok,” she says as she kisses him.
The dog barks and paws at them. They open up their hug and let him in so that he can join in the Saturday morning hug.
And now it’s time go get eggs at the Farmer’s Market.