Texaco Blue

There’s this blue lady I know but I don’t.
I see her at the Texaco go;
Her hair has two colors,
And her chest it has two hearts.

She looks at every passing car,
Looking for one that’s
A shade bluer than her eye shadow,
And they all slow down for her.

They sigh at the wreck with relief;
She’s not my sister, not my lover,
She’s not our neighbor, not my mother,
Our hearts are one and run on time.

Pity keeps her one heart beating,
The blue moon motors the other.
I don’t know her but I do,
and she knows it too.