Vera

Written by：Erin McKeown

Oh Vera I can't complain but

When will you write

This city is strange

And strangely bright

Sooner or later I'll change

Oh Vera my cough is silent

And sunset is setting up fine

There's work for me here

And here is my work

While we wait for my lungs to dry

Oh Vera tonight I'm lost

What makes me live for this craft

I'm going nowhere

My music's a bust

Even our neighbours just laugh

Oh Vera we must see a film

I think that it might change my life

Something with garland

Who's down on her luck

The kind of picture I like

Oh Vera I'm full of it now

Who knew that notes could be fun

I'm counting to twelve

And then back to one

I feel I'm a writer again

Oh Vera I'm truly content

I'm waiting alone for a friend

A helluva poet

A Hollywood type

Who turns up the words on their end

Oh Vera I'm reading the news

I can do nothing but cry

The opera was summer

An apple just fell

It's funny how well poets lie