Friday, November 13, 2015

What Do You Get When You Fall in Love, Burt Bacharach?

 "What do you get when you fall in love?  A guy with a pin to burst your bubble.  That's what you get for all your trouble.  I'll never fall in love again."  -Burt Bacharach

Wandering around Boracay, kicking stones and stomping in puddles.  Look up at the sky... here comes the rain.
 "What do you get when you kiss a guy?  You get enough germs to catch pneumonia.  And after you do he'll never phone ya.  I'll never fall in love again."  -Burt Bacharach

There's nothing like tropical rain in the Philippines.  Torrential.  It pours down so heavy it seems to rise from the earth.
 "Wake up and she's still with you.  Even though you left her way cross town."  -Burt Bacharach

Out in the street people wrap themselves in plastic and brace for waves.  Scooters honk, delivery trucks beep.  Power lines sizzle above like wet eels.
 "And if, if only fools are kind.  Then I guess it's wise to be cruel." -Burt Bacharach

There's nothing to do but take shelter under the eaves.  Smile at the old woman without any teeth.  Buy a papaya split in two by a machete on a tree stump table, and wait.
 "When I was down, I was your clown.  Nobody knows it, but right from the start, I gave you my heart."  -Burt Bacharach

Thatched roof sags and leaks.  Puddles widen.  Rats come out of the gutter holes and yawn.
  "On the day that you were born the angels got together and decided to create a dream come true.  So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair, and gold and starlight in your eyes so blue."  -Burt Bacharach

We all wait for the rain to stop pouring, for the blue sky to return.
 "Cross the Rio Grande and you will find an old adobe house where you leave your past behind." -Burt Bacharach

The man at the banana stand has a transistor radio full of static and muffled straw.  He grins as a Burt Bacharach song comes on.  I know these old songs by heart.  So does he.
"What do you get when you fall in love?  You only get a life of pain and sorrow.  So for at least until tomorrow.... " -Burt Bacharach

We stand there laughing, listening to old songs that can barely be heard, while the world, lost in memory,  waits out the rain.  

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