Words and Music Copyright 1999 Robert Edgar

3:57

Reaching back behind a cup

palm tops flat on counter top

Sally grunts and hops on up.

Butt lands between bags of dill and capers.

Holds a carafe in the air

o'er the shiny white tile floor

and her feet lightly beat on the wooden cabinet door.

"Know you can't stand priests and mass, but

Toast the hostess anyway."

Sally offers Bill a glass

scans his eyes like she's just searching closely,

on an alter, for an icon

of her face rough-carved in wood

while his nose inhales cloves

in the wine...sure smells good.

Oh Sally, Sally,

Please be my girl

You've been cookin' too long in the kitchen.

Oh Sally, Sally,

Please be my love

It's your lambchops that I've been missin'.

Falling up, the bubbles whirlred

eyes blink and start to tear,

thin ribbons of pasta swirl,

Bill snatches a fresh fish head, and waltzes.

Legs akimbo, Sally knocks

the refrigerator door.

Bill grabs ass, sends his glass

on its way to the floor.

Minimum of technique here

as the entrees blindly grope

elbows smear in spilling beer

Sally's anchovies are slowly sliding...

Buttons flick, sauces drip

percolating to the ground

a kicked shoe arches through

clouds of steam without a sound.

Oh Sally, Sally,

Please be my love

It's your pork buns that I've been missin'.

Sally rocks on garnished tile

Bill's head's inside the cabinet door

the shoe clicks on a mixer

whileguests gawk from the kitchen door.

The whole troop stares at the soup

some just laugh, some aghast

while they consummate in consume…

with the egg beater on FAST.