Rembrandt, David Hubbard

Rembrandt    ©David Hubbard 2014

Jenny says she’s better

Wrote it in a letter

Left it in her sweater

I’ma go and get her

Find her at a drive-in

Sitting there with five men

Think I’d better dive in

We get out alive and

She says she’s rougher now, and

She’s had enough and all, and

She loves a scofflaw, and

I’m mad and huffing and hawing

Calls her new man Rembrandt

I call him a piss-ant

Jenny’s not compliant

She can do what I can’t

I pull into Gable’s

See all the young-and-ables

Word is on the cables

I turn over tables

You know I’m gonna find them

I’m feeling much maligned, and

Until my head’s aligned, then

Tell her I’m right behind them

All in all, it’s up to you

I don’t know how I’m supposed to fall or follow

All in all it’s up to you

I don’t know how I’m supposed to fall – All is hollow

I used to love lightning

Thunder was inviting

Now I sit here writhing

Shivering and igniting

She says she’s rougher now, and

She’s had enough and all, and

She loves a scofflaw, and

I’m mad and huffing and hawing