Confederate Jasmine

Life has given you a gift
 May I have it?
 Sitting up alone, sipping on writer's cologne
 My wife sleeps well
 I should have asked for some loving
 In the morning, for sure
 When Confederate Jasmine clings to the air
 Like a soft note from a dented horn
 And Grover counts to fifty
 In the other room, sweetly forlorn
 But there's a wolf in my house
 Messing up the bed I learned to make in AA
 And a frightened child won't tell the wolf to go away
 It brings a smile to the tear in the eye of the shepherd on the hillside
 We've seen enough wolf for one day
 And packs his staff away
 The heart of man
 Is a fork in the road
 That's where I stand
 As the ocean pulls the moon from behind the cloud
 His face makes the wolves howl
 Wakes my wife, makes my wife find a towel
 She says "It's late, I'm bleeding"
 And we're making love right now