An Almost-Pefect Day

A lightweight tribute to Lou:

Sitting outside, reading Frank O’Hara

Spinach omelette and café au lait

Billie’s singing “Say It With A Kiss”

This could be an almost perfect day

It was foggy when I got up this morning

But by noon the fog had blown away

If only you were still here in my life

This would be an almost perfect day

If I manage to forget

That you’re not here to turn to

And I can learn to

Practice self-deception

The day’s complete perfection

Tonight I’ll meet up with some friends for cocktails

And when it’s time to finally hit the hay

I know I’ll go to bed alone and lonely
Still, it’ll be an almost perfect day