“Paranoia in B Major” – Avett Brothers
So here’s what today is begging for: You in a derby hat and me in a sweet vintage dress, tied tight at the waist. I’m thinking a tiny red print…fading flowers or swiss dots, maybe a dying magnolia in my hair. And we’ll dance barefoot to this, two stepping and hip swinging through some big old kitchen, humid air lazing in through an open window. Pausing for low dips that make me smile and laugh and a quick pull of your gin and tonic, sweating on the butcher block table. Pausing to tuck your hair – that has grown long and scruffy in the summer heat - back behind your ear and trace that strong jaw that women miss. Let you lead me in to the other room, this banjo playing on in a sweet muffled soundtrack behind us.
To whom it may concern:
Yes, this. You pick the gin - my hair’s almost there.
Warm regards,
Will
Ps. I have a great butcher block in the kitchen.
