By ZoE
Date: 23 October 1999

John in the right clothes

I will not expect you to
           remember me
I fit in the 
           wrong
buttonholes
and night
         prooved me mangled
but I was in the perfect place
         in your mind
on a summer night
   From St. Louis to San Antonio to Pennsylvania
in a dirty motel 
                  smoking your $2.00 cigarettes
you were my John in the right clothes
         I will not let your memory fade
even on that crumpled sheet
        In that town where your worth
was measured by
               your hair
That day where for a once I was
         a gorgeous angel 
you wanted
          with hair clinging to my shoulders
crooked
       you parked the car at Sonic as I sunk in my seat