Low Down Low

2012-01-04 | by Kerri Powers
Writer: Kerri Powers

Neighbors come, into our kitchen Bring finger rolls, pastry and consolation I take off the plastic wrap And my tears fall Low down low
I walk room to room They don't feel right yet You left your car keys, pocketbook, and cigarettes I prop your pillow and pull the shades Low down low
No tomorrow coming down It's coming down low
Wall clock pendulum Swings slow and heavy Sun crawls in I gotta make myself ready Black dress with pearls hanging on the door Low down low
Long line of cars parked on the hill I can't let you go and I can't stand still Drain my soul And watch them lay your body Low down low