Willy Porter Glow
She's content in what she does not know
Present tense, her passion is a subtle glow
I could talk to her, I'd rather listen
To her words in conversation
As the red wine flows
She won't tell you she's an artist
I could never guess her name
Her skin is rust, her scent is harvest
She's just three tables away
In my mind, I see skyscrapers
She's got her books and her newspapers
She's so educated, automatic
She is smooth, so enigmatic
Looking through my water glass, this camera's eyes
Strangers walk right past, they never notice
Sunbeams on the table, how they ebb and flow
The cool radiation of her subtle glow
She won't tell you she's an artist
You will never guess her name
Her skin is rust, her scent is harvest
She is so close to me
In my mind, I see skyscrapers
She's got her books and her newspapers
She is educated, autocratic
She's my drug, my gin and tonic
