Out Of Kansas
They say Dorothy came from Kansas
but I'm not so sure.
Her shiny, spangled tube-top and
short, black skirt don't bring to mind
the image of wind-swept plains.
Her spiked heels have been the opposite
(but her hair does have a touch of the tornado
I watch her smile through a
well-painted face, one hand on her hip,
and the other waving a lullaby at a passing car.
I know if I asked her she would say
magic is parting a man from his money.
But the city looks different
without those green glasses
and it doesn't really matter if the
monkey on your back can fly.
So crack your heels together, Dorothy,
and dream another dream.
Wake up where there's sun in the morning
and you know it,
and there's a little dog
running by your side.