Black Sunday

Tomorrow is the one day I would change for a Monday With freezing rains melting and no trains running And sad eyes pa*sing in windows flimsy And my seat rocking from legs not quite matching Got pa*sport, credit cards, a plane that I'm catching Black Sunday falls one day too soon The taxi that takes me will be moving so quickly My suitcases simply too full for the closing Of pants, shirts and kisses all packed in a hurry Two best-selling paperbacks chosen at random No sign of sales persons to whom I might hand them Black Sunday falls one day too soon And down at the airport are probably waiting A few thousand pa*sengers, overbooked seating Time long suspended in transit lounge traumas Connections broken and Special Branch watching Conspicuously standing in holiday clothing Black Sunday falls one day too soon Pick up my feet and kick off my lethargy Down to the gate with the old mood upon me Get out and chase the small immortality Born in the minute of my next returning Impatient feet tapping and cigarette burning Homecoming one day too soon Back at the house there's a gray sky a-tumbling Milk bottles piling on door steps a-crumbling Curtains all drawn and cold water plumbing Notepaper scribbles I read unbelieving Saying how sorry, how sad was the leaving One day too soon Tomorrow is the one day I would change for a Monday With freezing rains melting and no trains running And sad eyes pa*sing in windows flimsy And my seat rocking from legs not quite matching Got pa*sport, credit cards, a plane that I'm catching Black Sunday fell one day too soon