Come Sit A Little While

You left your blue enamel cup beside the stove A little ring of coffee where the morning used to go Your coat still hangs behind the kitchen door I hear your boots in memory crossing that old floor Come sit a little while, the kettle's almost through The wind can take the road, but it can't take me from you Come sit a little while, let the hard day pass Your chair is turned toward mine, just like it was last The cottonwood keeps scratching at the window pane The screen door taps a rhythm when it starts to rain I set two plates though I know the table's wide Some habits hold their ground when everything else has dried Come sit a little while, the kettle's almost through The wind can take the road, but it can't take me from you Come sit a little while, let the hard day pass Your chair is turned toward mine, just like it was last I won't ask the miles to turn around Or call your name to make a lost thing found I'll save the last warm biscuit by the tin And leave the porch lamp burning till you come in Come sit a little while, the kettle's almost through The wind can take the road, but it can't take me from you Come sit a little while, let the hard day pass Your chair is turned toward mine, just like it was last That blue enamel cup stays by the stove Till the morning finds the place you used to go