I Still Think Of You

I still think of you dear rosa
just as if you were
that rosebush

on the corner of my garage
the one I had to cut back a little
to keep it from scratching

the right side fender
of my brand new dodge ram
pick up truck.

I still think of you dear rosa
as if it was still
nineteen seventy

when my head was full of hair not bald
and your ass was still oh so small
but that’s not all,

I still think of you dear rosa
so I step outside to look at the rosebush
but it’s nighttime and I can’t see the thorns.