Could I love her more if she wore
Dark glasses & a scarf like Jackie O.
If she chain-smoked, spit & swore,
Shot back whiskey, bucked like a bronco?
Could I love her more if she spoke
Of disappointment, lived a landscape
Of bare light bulbs & ashtrays, broke
Hearts, sang of redemption, desire, escape?
Could I love her more if she made me
Wear a dog collar, sit up & wait
For her at the kitchen table, if she
Called me Daddy when she came in late?
As if we were both longing to find out
What Hank Williams was talking about.