Tuesday, November 22, 2005

River Reverie

The coffee shop is busy for this time of day.
The regular Wi-Fiers are by the window- hunched over their laptops, talking jargon and typing between sips of java. A young woman sits in the corner, reading the newspaper and nibbling on a pastry. Music drifting down from invisible speakers turns spare, with simple piano chords- Joni Mitchell...

It’s coming on Christmas
They’re cutting down trees
They’re putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace...


A different kind of holiday music, to be sure,
a sad song...

I wish I had a river
I could skate away on...
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I made my baby cry...


Sometimes a good thing doesn't last. I think about an old love and how I ruined it. I just couldn't let myself go and surrender to her...

He tried hard to help me
You know, he put me at ease
And he loved me so naughty
Made me weak in the knees
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on


The woman puts down her paper. The regulars stop talking. It becomes quiet, the music is quite distinct:

I’m so hard to handle
I’m selfish and I’m sad
Now I’ve gone and lost the best baby
That I ever had...


Is the woman thinking of a love that she once had, then lost? Are the networkers in a similar mood, thinking about what might have been?

Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
Oh I wish I had a river
I made my baby say goodbye...


I made my baby say goodbye. She's done alright for herself since then. I guess I have too. Why does my mind bring up these old memories, and for what purpose?

It’s coming on christmas
They’re cutting down trees
They’re putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on...


The song ends and the woman resumes her reading. The laptops' keyboards are softly tapping again. I get up and walk out the door.

By Professor Batty



1 Comments:

Blogger Alda said...

Hm. Joni is one of my all-time favourites, and this song is on my iPod.

Had I been at that cafe, I probably would have been thinking the same thing that you did.

Regrets. Mistakes. We all have them.

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