On my kitchen table
Postcard from Paris
Trifolded city map of
Kathmandu
Drumming her red fingernails on the table
Distractedly watching the
Evening news
Final call flight 57
Now boarding gate 22
I'll call you when I get there as I always do
Time is the constant that slips out the back door
I dialed her telephone and
Charged it to my room
Hearing the voice she saves for overseas calling
I hear her smile
Tell me, Karie, where are you?
When you play are people dancing
The way that we used to do
Even though she is asking
I know that she won't recall
When I fly home in June
Fly away Jack
Fly away Jill
Come back Jack
Ooo, if you will
There on the table
Two cold Presidentes
A couple chanced to dance
Just this afternoon
Oh what a chance
Farewell little island
To wind up dancing in your
Crown Heights living room
Final call flight 57
Now boarding gate 22
Memories of my mother
Are you calling me
Or am I calling you
Fly away Jack
Fly away Jill
Come back Jack
Ooo, if you will
If you will
I remember
Do you remember me
This way