I was her downtime loving man
one of my ever married women
would call on me evening time
you guys can judge if you want
when that door closed
I knew what was mine
they told stories of love gone wrong
long evenings
stretching lonely
make them want to lose their minds
she called me jack most nights
we’d be going at it until we broke the line
I was easy then
take whatever came along
easy on my pocket
easy on my time
pickings are easy
if you don’t mind
your side of the bed
never growing cold
Christmas & holidays by yourself
your lover going home
to others
being that downtime only
loving man
lively evening times
others on the shelf
it gets old they go on to others
I did not mind
knew there’d be lovers
knocking my door come evening time
when love is easy
going on into the night
there’s a distance
you don’t cross
call me mr jack baby
let me learn your knock
there on the door
when you leave
there will be
another
crossing the floor