I watched a solitary blue jay jinking and juking and thought,
   Daddy, of you, the bird’s back, the muted gray-blue of your eyes.

We’re all migratory, flying somewhere, lingering, then flying on.
   Are you in a wildwood breathing deeply, all that good oxygen from the trees?

Daddy, of you, the jay’s back, the muted gray-blue of your eyes.
   Do you play your clarinet, woodwind in the woods?

Are you in a wildwood breathing deeply, all that good oxygen from the trees?
   The blue moon loneliness of Clair de Lune, keys of D-flat major and E.

Do you play your clarinet, woodwind in the woods?
   Do you still kiss Mother, flutter your fingers to show the state of your racing heart?

The blue moon loneliness of Clair de Lune, keys of D-flat major and E.
   Do you smell of Old Spice? Comb back your hair? Cheer on the Cubs?

Do you still kiss Mother, flutter your fingers to show the state of your racing heart?
   Do you sit in a tan chair, jazz or big band trickling from an RCA Victor console?

Do you smell of Old Spice? Comb back your hair? Cheer on the Cubs?
   Does anything there remind you of home? When I see you, will you cup my face?

Do you sit in a tan chair, jazz or big band trickling from an RCA Victor console?
   I watched a solitary blue jay jinking and juking and thought,

does anything there remind you of home? When I see you, will you cup my face?
   We’re all migratory, flying somewhere, lingering, then flying on.