Summer Job

by Nick Witzeman

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released 19 August 2014

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Track Name: Summer Job
It's bright outside
It's cooler in here
It's mostly a summer job
Through the fingerprint stains
On the windows they peer
At an air-conditioned me
wearing khakis, a face
primed with an eager, temporary grace
A grace that recedes
The moment I leave
A pocket of tips
Behind in its place

It's dark outside
It's warmer in here
The light hasn't quite hit the street yet
And John counts the days
Counts them year after year
Babysitting me
Wearing khakis, a face
Charged with a tired, permanent grace
The grace to believe
This is all that he needs
Fifty-three and counting
And at home in this place.
Track Name: Living Together
We shower, we dress
We leave the hotel
Still early Saturday morning
And fog is adorning
The tops of the buildings
And we are as clear as can be

Alone in the city
First time away
Not the first night together
But the first string of days
Forgot my umbrella
So we slip through the rain
And we walk a few blocks
And we get on the train

Living
Living together
We're happy we came
Living
Living together
For even just a few days

We shower, we dress
We leave the hotel
It's later- Sunday morning
And sunshine is warming
Our backs, we're performing
An act; this is our last day

Alone in the city
First time away
Not the first night together
But the first string of days
We're finding our way
Checking markers, street names
And we walk a few blocks
And get back on the train

Living
Living together
We're happy we came
Living
Living together
Make the most of our last day
Track Name: Chicago (We've Both Been Here Before)
Dragging your feet and your suitcase behind you
Looking for the hotel
We're from the city, but this one is prettier
Bigger, brighter, bolder, older
And we're older too, out on our own
My girlfriend and I, and my suitcase on loan
From my parents, and we
Are excited to see
What we can get away with
Here in the city

Chicago
We've both been here before
On school trips
With family
But something is different
Standing over the river
Bigger, brighter, bolder, older
WIth cash in my pocket
(That's not my dad's)
And you to my left
To my right are the ads
For Chase National Bank
Charles Schwab
PNC
We're happy, in love
Rich and free

It's hot outside
But the lobby is cold
And I could go right to sleep on the carpeted floor
But the concierge gives me a look
And I know
That he's wary of me
Cause we're young and he's old
But we're both eighteen
We've got cash on hand
We've called, we've reserved
We've got everything planned
So we talk to the guy
But it isn't enough
The money, the poise
No, none of that stuff
Call Mom
Relegated to kids again
You have to be
twenty-one to check in
Track Name: Phone Numbers
Close enough to walk
Across the faded, yellow corners
Close enough the talk
The cashier makes eyes at me
I wait for you
You're late, I see
Broken hearts and lawnmowers
The songs of summer

Daylight, streets are empty
But the shady sidewalks
Cracked and broken
Heat-blistered
Purple
Frozen
Are busy
Crowded
I'm lonely
Surrounded
It's hot
I'm home
I barely left

I'm waiting for you
Drinking ice cream
Air conditioning
I'm waiting for two
The cashier he smiles at me
Gives me his number
Pink post-it; I see
Broken hearts and phone numbers
The songs of summer
Track Name: Winter Dreams
Alone in the shade
But not on the beach
Reading, dreaming
Fitzgerald keening
Winter dreams
Fade into summer dreams
And summer dreams
Fading back again

Thinking of you
The way he would do
Thinking of boats
And platinum waves
Golf courses shining
And better days

Thinking of you
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
Thinking of you