Black Cherry

Tempest hacks at the oak door
The sign says Welcome to Maria and Joe slams down a wooden cup
Her eyes plead but he wouldn’t look up
I hear the wind cry Mary screaming my name
And ‘Mary’ roars thunder
Joseph let his hammer go
Mary let her Joseph know
To bed I go
Go with God whispers Joe

The Lord is my shepherd, mumbled the sheep
When Gale drew her in deep and shut a matrimonial door
The Lord knows I’m no whore

Clouds rolled away
Stormy and bare sky lay as Joe rammed a nail into bone
He could barely hear Mary, Mary moan