Waughter - Grand Agent

Some of this is factual, most of it ain’t a lie.
Two days before autumn, fifty-two after July,
the sun shone bright. On time was her flight.
Shot to LAX absolute, positive like
only the shit-brown ’82 Carolla could.
Drive up inside Arrivals, guess who lookin’ good
like five-six, archive thick, broad hips.
I downshift and coast to the curb like word.
She cheesin’ up while I easin’ up. Double park,
throw the blinkers on, jump out. God bless her heart,
lookin’ like a tourist with the duffel and camera.
Throw the bags in the back, we embrace then I slam the hatch.
Right back where we left off
when we built for three weeks but then I stepped off.
It just so happened, we met like ships passin’,
rappin’, no actual action.
Now here she was live, all the way from back home .
Bodily counterpart to the voice over the phone,
I spoke to for strong minutes, long distance.
Even wrote a note wit a quote o’ song in it.
The bus thrust me sixty east of LA
-the length to which I went to find words to say.
3K, took me three days to get here. It took her six hours.
That equals twenty-three years.
Love won’t let me wait a minute more.
There’s a bomb to the left of my passenger door
with a hundred-twenty hours to diffuse it or lose it.
Got to need to relate to this queen like music
or else, else or go from wealth to poor.
Never that, take the prize and floor it to the shore.
No small talk, give me a medium speech.
We fitta slit the wrist the of time on Manhattan Beach.

Chorus
Love is like water, flowing,
flowing every which way
When you think it’s flown one direction, it done,
it done flown the other way.

Said the flight was peace, said she happy to see me,
said she wanna check her aunt in the valley of Simi.
Can’t believe that she here, told I couldn’t either
-right hand volleyin’ –gearshift (to) receiver.
Cuz I play it by ear, she habitually plans.
Twenty minutes we was parked fifty feet from the sand,
laid our troubles down like bodies on the quilt,