Slow Joke Grin

You with the diamond hands
 The quick wit sentences
 I have no plans
 You're the only home I ever wanted
 Now five floors the above
 Sirens moan
 Steam pipes ticking all morning
 I can hear the neighbors' baby through the walls
 Love, is a songbird with a sick old clock
 You with a slow joke grin
 Watch the town torn down and built again
 In the pause between the riddle and the punchline
 The kite tethered tight to your chest
 But I was never one
 To second guess and draw a line
 Between love and fear of loneliness
 You with a sawdust tan
 Broken trigger on a starting gun
 I can't find another way to say I want you
 I ought to pull this hook from my cheek
 But I'll keep on shouting from the fire escape
 I'll keep shouting from a wife
 And window from a bridge
 From a field, from a ferry in the harbor
 From the sole dark wound of a mountain