Knee socks

When the zeros line up on the 24 hour clock

When you know who’s calling even though the number is blocked

When you walked around your house wearing my sky blue Lacoste

And your knee socks

The late afternoon

The ghost in your room that you always thought didn’t approve of you knocking boots

Never stopped you letting me get hold of the sweet spot by the scruff of your knee socks

You and me could have been a team

Each had a half of a king and queen seat

Like the beginning of Mean Streets

You could be my baby.