The Oh Susannah Cafe

He watches,

while she works.

He sits on steps,

across the street

from The Oh Susannah Cafe.

Strumming her name,

over guitar strings and lunch.

Susannah, Susannah tastes

his tongue.  It suits her -

Susannah - while she waits

on tables, on a Sunday

afternoon; serving.

He sings praise

to Susannah, the girl
in the stout little cafe
across the street.
He names her Susannah
because of the "Oh"
before the name -
Because she's swinging
her hips, and she's Oh
so sexy, and she's smiling
her smile, and she's Oh
so sweet.  And he wants
to be seated in Susannah's
section - on the inside.

He strums, and he sings,
and he swallows her name -
and he wants so much to be
on the inside.  She feeds him.
He wants to feel
what it's like
on the inside.
On the inside,
of Oh Susannah.