Skinny Days Greg Brown

My skinny days, my heavy nights -
A blue blue room, up three flights -
She waves and turns from the window to her boy
The band is through, the wedding gown
Is one more flag that's coming down
The sun is rising like a bomb over Illinois

My heavy nights, my skinny days -
The way she tends her secret place
While uncles gather in the parlor thick with smoke
Cousin Lou is in the hay -
They say she knows how to play
The game of love, and her guitar with two strings broke

Out on the beach beneath a towel
They fall asleep until the howl
Of wind and wave wake them up and they catch the last commuter train
Her skinny days and her family
Have stripped her down for all to see
But her big mouth could drink them all like summer drinks the rain

She put her ring in her underwear drawer
While the world tumbled from war to war
There was a box full of gifts to be returned
She grew her garden, mostly wild
And walked for miles and raised her child
She kept her cool, but after midnight she burned