November Waiting

red colored leaves, beach crowd gone
riding bikes on through the town
surfers wailing in green waves
mexico some days away

california left behind
christmas panic, bells won’t chime

load the truck with winter toys
cross the border with old roy’s
fishing tackle, tent and pole
go to baja for a spell

california left behind
christmas panic, bells won’t chime

freeways jammed with shopping glee
border’s there to set me free
wicked winding little road
strung with tinsel, foreign code

california left behind
christmas panic, bells won’t chime

see my baby in the spring
when the brown hills turn to green
winter remnants washed away
stores are full of easter eggs

california left behind
christmas panic, bells won’t chime
wish i didn’t leave each year
wish they’d keep the short months dear

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