MY BABY’S GOT THE RADIO


It’s the incense in heavy silk deep in the night
With that oriental carpet of stars aiming toward heaven
There’s this musky music, not Coltrane
Maybe Shepp, or Silver, 
Scherazade in a minor key
Like Lynn Hope
Music I never heard before
But it knows me
Deep inside, it knows me
Like cinnamon and pepper deep in the nose
Negro music from when there was such a thing
And she’s in that magic trance
My baby is swaying, eyes cat shut
Whiskers back
And she smells like sex
Her skin is hot
She’s smiling
Inviting me to dance
And I say God Damn
Like the prayer that it is
God damn
WOMAN
My woman
God Damn woman
Let me move with you
And she’s purring
Cat eyes glowing
And she’s laughing that throaty husky breath
And says let’s go for a ride
I remember the time
We were new
And we’re at this restaurant
(Bar really)
Waitress in her mini
It looked good on her
And she’s got this one discolored tooth 
And she’s grinning at us and there’s this Macrae on the juke
Mr. Magic, and she’s swaying eye-talking with me and my girl
And these girls are wild,
Crazy
And they know things
Things men don’t know or only guess at
And they’re not saying nothing
But they’re talking
And later she says to me
We could have done a thing with her
And she’s cat slatted and I never noticed before
But she’s also got this one odd-colored tooth
And Mr. Magic is long play and all I want is her
And we get into the Hawk
And I remember when I was seventeen
And I had these twin glaspaks on my ’56 Chevy
And it was over-bored with twin deuces
And I tightened every bolt
It didn’t squeak at all
And it purred
Like how she purred the first time she sat in my ride
Real tuck and roll
That first night in my place she was laying on my floor
And she was pushing her hips into my carpet
She was fucking me and we hadn’t even held hands yet
And this night years later she says
Baby, let’s go for a ride
And the Black Beauty’s all gassed up
Stereo is set for mood
And we follow the moon down the river road
The heavy car swaying in that tongue flick curve
Floating above the water
And she’s sitting close
Making herself small on my arm
And she say’s baby
Let’s do something wild
And I say God Damn woman
God Damn
And we run across the Railroad Bridge
And can feel the train
And there’s no place to hide
And we can see the rushing blackness of the river between the rails
And the vibration is so strong now
And we just make it before the freight tears the air past us
And she’s laughing that wildness in her
She wants to plunge into the ocean
Walk along the night cliff
The danger warms her
Like when she showed me her gun
And rubbed my cock with it
Compared our barrels
God Damn woman
You make me crazy
And she says baby
Let’s do something wild
I want to ride
And I say
Everybody wants to ride
But only my baby’s got the radio
And she says baby
And I say God Damn woman
And she say’s baby, I gotta go
And I say what’s that woman
And she say’s Baby, I got another ride
And I say God Damn woman, what’s that?
And she say’s, I got to go, it’s time baby, I got to go
And I say, woman, 
I say God Damn woman, 
Why do you got to go?


Copyright Joe Finkleman