Idle Signs Of Summer
the Jesuits were praying on the platform at the station
while the locomotive began to moan
the Lutherans were laughing as they passed around a bottle
and the Quakers all got stoned
the train left heaving with a rattle like bad cough
big steel wheels turning in the wind
a Cadillac was waiting with its windows rolled towards heaven
and the Baptists piled in
sweet summertime and the air smelled like brine
ladies in pea coats with afternoon eyes
hair done in ribbons and falling like vines
the idle signs of summer
at the corner by the postal lived the widow Crawford
in her small white house and her dressing gown
she would always sit in judgement as she nodded from her front porch
with a brandy and a frown
but that Sunday was a warm one it came on like a bulldog
harder than a rooster on a Jersey hen
so she walked down to the river with everybody watching
and set her body in
sweet summertime and the air smelled like brine
ladies in pea coats with afternoon eyes
hair done in ribbons and falling like vines
the idle signs of summer
Pastor Stephens was a good man he adored his congregation
led his flock with faith and love
but he got a bit permissive with Mrs. Genoveve Delancy
atop her ten plate stove
and her husband came home early and he found them by the back door
nude as babies all flushed with grace
so her husband grabbed his pistol and the Pastor took off running
with a smile on his face
sweet summertime and the air smelled like brine
ladies in pea coats with afternoon eyes
hair done in ribbons and falling like vines
the idle signs
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