peach trees
wainwright, rufus
is true love a trip to chinatown
or being held in one's opium gaze
is true love a long walk through bryant park
or being held in the month of may
will be until you come and get me
cause i'm so tired of waiting in restaurants
reading the critics and comics alone
with a waiter with a face made for currency
like a coin in ancient rome
and i really do wish you were here next to me
cause i'm going to see james dean
under the peach trees with him