Last Month's Turf 

 

An original poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Please read along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

 

 

VERSE 1

 

Out in my patch, on a lengthy dry spell,

 

Near the Fairdale-Iroquois border.

 

Been so long, when I finally do sell,

 

I'll need help writing up a work order.

 

 

VERSE 2

 

Aches and pains rack my extremities.

 

Get my feet rubbed when I moan and whine.

 

Surf the interweb for new age remedies,

 

Like CDB oil. Yeah, the fruit of the vine.

 

 

VERSE 3

 

Badly beaten down by the blazing sun.

 

(Or the cold would have me chilled to the bone.)

 

What made me think door to door would be fun.

 

Kids and email won't leave me alone.

 

 

VERSE 4

 

Happened twice in just the last hour.

 

Newby said she scored two double plays.

 

In such times, when thoughts can get sour,

 

I like to think back to better days.

 

 

CHORUS

 

Last month's turf.

 

Is out there waiting for you.

 

Last month's turf.

 

What's old will feel like it's new.

 

When you think: "Why bother."

 

It's a drink of cool water.

 

For a pickup, when you're feeling blue.

 

Go to last month's turf.

 

 

BRIDGE

 

Your job will take on a whole new meaning.

 

The change will be like shifting a paradigm.

 

Be it in morning, afternoon, or evening,

 

You will always be knocking in "Prime Time".

 

Out in last month's turf.

 

The greatest place on Earth.

 

 

VERSE 5

 

Now, don't assume that you'll be respected.

 

You took it for granted. But on second thought,

 

You were bored. That was to be expected.

 

Get on back out there. Take one final shot.

 

 

VERSE 6

 

Hey, it's been 3 weeks since the "separation".

 

In dating terms: Time for a booty call.

 

Charge up the tablet in preparation.

 

Think triples, and keep your eye on the ball.

 

 

VERSE 7

 

But don't let yourself get all delirious.

 

The suits put a cap on "last month's" pay out.

 

Only a fool would get too serious.

 

So get in. Get your three. Then say: "Peace Out."

 

 

CHORUS

 

Last month's turf.

 

Is out there waiting for you.

 

Last month's turf.

 

What's old will feel like it's new.

 

When you think: "Why bother."

 

It's a drink of cool water.

 

For a pickup, when you're feeling blue.

 

Go to last month's turf.

 

 

The End.

 

 

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