My Girl

She's a small strong tree

she is 6 o'clock on a
Friday

she is a strong cup of
coffee

she is a coastal town in
Spain

she's a riot

she's a road
block

she's a book I haven't
read

and my girl is beautiful in
bed.

When I'm unfocused

when I'm
hungry

when I don't know where to
go

she is alcohol

she is
drugs

she's a light left on at
home

she is a painting

she's a
floor show

and my girl knows all there is to
know.

Growing older

growing
tired

need to find a new
career

but there's no doubt

in
her eyes

there's no substance to my
fear.

She's a pillow

she's a
blanket

she is there to let me
be

and my girl is all I'll ever need.