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      May 8, 2010Donna ReisMe and Joni

      On rare occasions, I cook dinner.
      I pick a dependable recipe, shop,
      buy wine and set a glorious table.
      I like to sip a glass of wine while
      I prepare, and then another, and
      if my husband still hasn’t arrived
      I’ll have another and turn up Joni Mitchell
      so loud that the wok shimmies
      on its own. Then I dim the lights
      so people driving by won’t see me
      play air-guitar and belting,
      It’s coming on Christmas
      They‘re cutting down trees
      They‘re putting up reindeer
      And singing songs of joy and peace
      Oh I wish I had a river
      I could skate away on ….

      Inevitably, my husband walks in
      at this moment unnoticed, because
      I’m deafened by my fans’ din.
      I am Joni Mitchell on stage
      dressed in leather and lace, I am Joni
      standing on the rocky coastline
      nude, showing my slender ass
      to anyone who buys my music.
      From the landing into the kitchen,
      my husband smiles at my secret stardom.
      Lord, you loved me so naughty
      Made me weak in the knees
      I wish I had a river
      I could skate away on.

      There is no stopping me now.
      Do you want-do you want-do
      you want
      To dance with me baby

      I pour him a glass of wine,
      Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling
      And I would still be on my feet
      I would still be on my feet.

      Dinner is ready,
      Come to the dinner gong
      The table is laden high
      Fat bellies and hungry little ones
      Tuck your napkins in
      And take your share….

      My husband sits down
      regarding me like a member of the court
      coaxed to admire the emperor’s new clothes.
      What the hell,
      I fell into a dream
      You sat up all the night and watched me
      To see, who in the world I might be…

      from #22 - Winter 2004