Pocatello

It's perfect weather in Los Angeles tonight Jess wears a mini skirt though late October like Winter doesn't happen here That's what Jackie wants to hear And he puts his arm around her waist He says "I won't go back to Pocatello" As he kisses her with lips of jalapeño Sunset boulevard lights up Running to the mother cup Purple shining waters of the Pacific He says, Well, Jess, it comes to this I won't go back to Pocatello No I won't go back there alone I won't go back to Pocatello Not without you in my arms Issac's tavern's spilling music to the street Jackie grabs her fingers, swings her to the beat He says Jessie we can make it here I can break us anywhere And throws a shot of whiskey back She says, I can't go back to Pocatello Smiles at him and orders up prosecco Hollywood is glistening Ivory towers shimmering Skyward-leaning shadows, monolithic He says, Oh Jess, trust me on this I can't go back to Pocatello I can't go back home without you I can't go back to Pocatello Not without you in my arms Jackie's flat out when the palm trees start to speak Whispering hazy visions as their branches creak Jesse stares a while at him Smokes a cigarette and then Leaves her set of keys inside the door And in a dream he's gone back to Pocatello Sleeps in his jeans, his jacket for a pillow Down below the streets are bare Neon billboards pierce the air Smokey eyes and silk for morning traffic