Waiting for Marty - Kelly Joe Phelps

Bourbon soda over ice, in the basement shade

Got it made, no one here, just the beer man’s dog

Howling at the moon heat gnawing on a bone

Waiting for marty to get home

Marty’s in the bath house yanking out the gray

Getting older ain’t a party it’s a good damn play

No wonder dogs howl.

they can see the rider coming

Waiting for marty to get home

Used to be a girl then a woman then nothing

The quilt is in the corner by the oak console

The phone rings once a day just like a daughter

Waiting for marty to get home

Blend in with the city and the watering hole

Doesn’t talk he wants to think but he can’t anymore

The basement game is over.

there’s food left in the fridge

Waiting for marty to get home

The milk man doesn’t stop here and the bone is chewed to bits

Stack of mail and old newspapers in the overgown yard

The light bulb on the back porch takes it’s last breath

Waiting for marty to get home