HOW WE SERVE MASTER

With apologies to Bob

Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks 
When you’re trying to be so quiet? 
We sit here stranded though we’re all doing our best to deny it 
And Louise holds a handful of rain tempting you to defy it

Lights flicker from the opposite loft 
In this room the heat pipes just cough 
The country music station plays soft 
But there’s nothing, really nothing to turn off

Just Louise and her lover, so entwined 
And these visions of Akira that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play 
Blind man’s bluff with the key chain 
And the all-night girls 
They whisper of escapades out on the D-train 
We can hear the night-watch man click his flashlight 
Ask himself if it’s him or them that’s insane

Louise, she’s alright, she’s just near 
She’s delicate and seems like the mirror 
But she just makes it all to concise and too clear 
That Akira’s not here

The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face 
Where these visions of Akira have now taken my place