Seeing Sammi Smith in Nashville

(Printers Alley, June 7, 1983, 1:00 AM)

Fell in love with her in Oregon
A dozen dreams ago,
And two hard thousand miles away.
Juke box in a reeking tavern
Took my quarters in a row
So one same song incessantly could play.

Now the distance is foreshortened
Scant twenty feet or so
My minstrel-mistress sprung from yesterday
Makes love-by-microphone across the night-club floor,
Beguilingly, like countless times before.
06-07-83

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