Sam Bisbee I Will Wait
Vase of white tulips on the windowsillSixty feet above
the ground, they're blooming still
The first petal falls a distance to grates at my feet
Seven hours later and the vase is empty
Outside the window the sun is setting
Streetlamps click on, all but one down beneath
Oh, and I
I will wait
Till I can't
Can't wait any longer
Unwashed dishes in the kitchen sink
The faucet is dripping, the walls were once green
But the grease from the stove has long since painted
them grey
Oh, and I
I will wait
Till I can't
Can't wait any longer
Cold radiator, it's the end of winter
Open up the windows, let the air come in here
Pick up the broom and push the dust away
Oh, and I
I will wait
Till I can't
Can't wait any longer
Oh, and I
I will wait
Till I can't
Can't wait any longer
Can't wait any longer
Can't wait any longer
Can't wait any longer
Can't wait any longer
