I’ve always wanted to be barred from something. Kicked out of a bar for participating in a drunken dust up, or driven to the edge of a small western town by the Sheriff and told to never show my face in those parts again. Or else.
I see you again
Your hair has grown back and is a
New toy for the sudden breeze
We sit in the sun in a mote filled room
We drip honey in our coffee
We burn our tongues…
I have a confession. I’m not a big fan of Prince. I never really watched Purple Rain. I listened to his music when it was played for me either on the radio, or on MTV.
And then I moved to Minnesota and everything changed.