The Leaving of May

When a woman gets the blues, she hangs her little head and cries
But when a man gets the blues, he grabs a train and rides

--Jimmie Rodgers, "Train Whistle Blues"

May left for Bombay the day MCA passed away

(But she was a Wu-Tang woman herself)
She changed lovers every week
but her sheets still smelled so sweet;

at least for the while she made me smile

Though May had never feigned—

far too moral for that—

Jeff felt bereft the day May left

and he cried for MCA,

but I knew it was for May

So I patted Jeff’s back,

though I never knew his rack

‘till May came back in May

and, one more day, she took me back