Matador, masterpiece,
Morning prayer memories
Of horizons from the ship we were in
In one of last night's best dreams.
Perennial projections
Of bad ideas onto frigid seas.
How could I neglect ideas like these?
Now Dallas, it changes me,
And Memphis estranges me.
Still I take a souvenir
To remember I was here.
Pale cheap gla** of jubilee shine,
Tin-coated red,
At least I can she that it's mine,
Or have something for you when I return this time.
For you there are 365 summer nights,
And special diamonds that shine twice as bright.
They're far too beautiful for any old ring.
Don't say I never brought you anything.
With fever, pitch, pride, and headlong speed,
I will search this whole town to get you what you need.
Just tell me what you need.