‘This is a song about Susan’
Their meeting was smoke-filled,
dry-ice eye contact
across a room of hair rippling
to a continuous bass beat.
Her scent was paradise city
and his moves were all that she wants.
His mind was nearer everlong than hers.
She flirted with Morten Harket
and his take on me charm.
I watched their clumsy hand in my pocket fumbles,
and took a sip of my I will always love you tonic.
Then I was Alone again (naturally).