Misses & Master

You never went back to the store on the corner
You caught the bus to the market and fixed yourself
Slow and steady drifted missing both my pockets
Which way did I go first?
The Misses listen to her disco with her headphones
And Master sees her singing
Can’t help but open up a bottle of the finest
Oh Misses won’t you please, please me
She’s gone and put a hex on me
There’s a kitchen table with a drawer for keys
She left without me
Cleared out
Dinner was served at precisely seven
The host was sleepy, lost in simple conversation
Her dress was wrinkled from the studio apartment
Where he left his things in the middle of the carpet
If only they’d been a little more surprising
That’s a cold they’re faking, bad cards they’re playing