I Left My Wife at the Exxon Station

I can't believe I missed National Poetry Month. It was in April.

So, in belated honor of the month, here are the lyrics I wrote based on an old American folk song, St. James Infirmary. Lyrics, by the way, look exactly like poetry when you write them out, so I think this is okay, but I'm not an expert in such things -- I'm just a guy.

(And just for your information, I sang this song for my wife, before performing it in front of a live audience, and she SAID she liked it. Although, I've noticed lately that she never gets out of the car when we stop for gas.")

I Left My Wife at the Exxon Station
Based on the song St. James Infirmary. Listen to Louis Armstrong's version of it down below!

I left my wife at the Exxon Station
We were headed to Idaho
She went in to buy a cup of coffee
And I haven't seen her no more.

She was complaining about the weather
She complained about the price of the gas.
She said the AC wasn't cold enough
She asked how long the trip would last

She was complaining about my driving
She said I was a goin' too fast
So I found me an Exxon station
To fill up my car with gas.

And then I gave her a couple of dollars
Sent her in to buy a cup of hot joe
When she was gone, I started the engine
And slammed my foot to the floor.

I left my wife at the Exxon station
We were headed to Idaho
She went in to buy a cup of coffee
And I haven't seen her no more.
And I haven't seen her no more.