Her How's It Goin'

Her How’s It Goin’

Surprise comes in the hallway
As my neighbor gives her how’s it goin’
With her hand waiting insistively
Giving a message of its own
I’m still in a daze from all that television
All I need is coffee and a face slap
So I can face the world of people
But she does not seem to care
And is not about to go away
So I am faced with a decision
As I stare at her sexy T-shirt and shorts
Paint-splattered for that sugar-frosting trash-glamour appeal
Like a punk rocker on a good-bad day
I’m clouded with visions of motorcycle mayhem
And piano saloons of the wild west
Her attitude is coming at the right-wrong moment
And all I can do is act numb