The Hot House

Busted muffler on a side street Honda

Clearing the trees of birds

It’s time to pull up the weeds

Before they finish choking the herbs

 

There’s broken glass on the pavement

Your sunflowers peek outside

Decay is inescapable

I've seen tomatoes Jekyll and Hyde

In the hothouse - in the hothouse

there’s a load of work to be done

 

Uncle Alphonse says his Rose

Will never fade or leave town

But she’s a mayfly on a blue moon

And a black opal in the ground

All he can see now is an empty garden

 

In the hothouse - in the hothouse

there’s a load of work to be done

Sun breaks through your canopy

And life runs through your hydroponic lines

There’s always danger outside

With invading kudzu vines

 

Take me to your hothouse

Where the fruit falls from the trees

We’ve made it through another season

Escaping winter’s freeze

In the hothouse - in the hothouse

We can make the most of a little sun