I Cannot Wait To Be In My Baby's Arms...

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After all the noise 

of digging up her driveway

and the stink of freshly laid

asphalt is gone.

And I can sit on her deck
with a cup of coffee and a cigaret,
reading a 30 year-old New Yorker Magazine.

THEN
go inside and hug her and kiss her
and do whatever.

AND
when we go to the Bedford Diner,
hope to hell I get to see my hero,
Loudon Wainwright.

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