Ayawa 'kya

She was buoyed up autumn leaf reddish hair
Chopped up wood behind a leather chair
From the east east shore we paddled south
Dog came running out with stick in mouth
Clanky motorcycle jug jag spat!
Leather shoes and a sun-bleached baseball hat
Came running down the stairs like clickety-clack
You slipped and fell
And landed on your back
Playing tackle football covered up with mud
Rutgers sweatshirt dirty, ripped and scuffed
Old sport Oxford champ a pioneer
Lone wolf grizzly bear and elk and deer
Clanky motorcycle jug jag spat!
Leather shoes and a sun-bleached baseball hat
Came running down the stairs like clickety-clack
You slipped and fell
And landed on your back
I was like Saturday night, I’ll be there
Martini call it laissez-faire
Sweater vest, plaid shirt tucked in
Morning sail around 6 a. m
Long Island, north shore owl eye glasses
Book collection, no camera flashes
Said no need for corduroy
No need for corduroy
A hard day’s working when the sun came up
Oh until the sun went down
Feel my feet dragging on the floor
Walking home at 2 in the morning
Only seventeen miles left
Feel like feel like feel like I’m so poor
Oh oh hey
Ayawa, kya kya ayawa