You're so vain you probably think this blog is about you, don't you?You walk onto the sea bus like you don't know where to sit.
There're empty white chairs a plenty - take your pick -
but you must choose the one right behind me.
With no regard for personal space - just yourself - we sit back to back.
Your iPod strategically placed in your ears,
you turn up the volume - with no regard for anyone else.
I shift in my seat to put some distance between us, your Elvis greased hair,
And your shirt - it was blue.
If I still had my cup of tea-on-the-go I'd pour it in your lap,
Turn down your music and turn up consideration.
I live a dream of escaping on a Lear jet to anywhere far from here,
But it is clouds in my coffee as I'm where I should be.
Your music stills as you search for a song.
You find Carly Simon and I share her lament, "You're so vain ..."
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