Ukulele mystery man

ukulele man,

come back to me!

return to my side and grant me well

i linger outside my bedroom window

i gaze behind my eyes

and where are you?

busy busy busy

i just missed you

passing through you are

i'd drop it all, i would i would

i barely know you at all

recorded boy with a plaid grin

orange and brown and earth and leather

folk and real-time

the king of nature

don't give me a city man with glass in his eyes

and rods in his stance

just give me a fucking chance

to bury my head in the wet wet sand

plant a seed in my eardrum and

whisk me away

with the melody

of your ukulele.

Ukulele mystery man,

come back to the blue door of wonder

and engage me.