Albuquerque (Dobro #6) - David Sylvian

He arrives by night

Open up the door and let him in

She’s the sole proprietor

Exchanging two for one

She’s the sole proprietor

There is no other

Who would have thought she’s in Albuquerque

When Mother calls he must come

Out of hiding

Remembers nothing

Takes the books

Shades of mid-life crisis

Eyes of petrochemical blue