The Day of Expansion

Sometime after evening arrived sporting a cap

For a change but sipping the usual glass of teeth

You were in your front room draped in a white

Sheet and dancing with your record albums

King Crimson in the Court of the Crimson King
Was the mask you wore and I knew it was you

Your grace and those Dolce Vita Elton boots

Gave you away heh heh this was before you

Moved from the tiny place at nineteen-eighty-

And-one-half Fajita that laughable half implied 

A cuteness that the rest of the street belied

I walked in sort of jealous to see evening's dirty

T-shirt wadded on the couch and you kept

Dancing O don’t cry you said it isn’t me