Hello Eleanor

J. Spagnardi © 2009

I watch my wife make her ready at the table Dressing to go out this Saturday night Hidin’ seven years of marriage behind her make-up And there’s a coolness in her eyes that doesn’t lie We ride inside the Hudson without speaking And I pray, dear God, not this time – not tonight As we step in to the porch light, the front door opens wide See the smile I have known so many times Hello Eleanor; I believe we’ve met before There’s a twinkle in your eye, every time it meets with mine Hello Eleanor; is it me you’re looking for? Yes, it’s good to see you, but I need to look away Evening breeze, summer perfume and clinking glasses As we talk amongst the ginger and the rye It’s me and her, and you and him, and the weather It’s all quite civil, it’s all quite pretty, but it’s a lie We go and take our places at the table And we sit amongst the crystal and white lace Pictures of their children hanging in the hall And I pray they never know our fall from grace Hello Eleanor; I believe we’ve met before There’s a twinkle in your eye, every time it meets with mine Hello Eleanor; is it me you’re looking for? Yes, it’s good to see you, but I need to look away

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