My Igloo
baby, my igloo
you chilled sweaty dreams
of escape, to keep me
from feverous longings
i so needed to satiate
as your empty terrace
admits, i’ve escaped
cold hands
and bandaged knee
i walk the streets
alone altho i know
you would have carried
me, baby,
you wouldve carried me
you shldnt carry
your hot momma, baby
i know i said i want a
tall drink of water,
but you was
too cool for me
you was too cold for me
written originally as a poem to my mother in 1994. adapted as a blues song in 2001 to accompany Larnie Zellner's blues harp.
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