When a doorbell rings and the floorboards sing
Under the weight of a new man.
He reflects in the glass
Rearended on an onramp to get the port
Sitting in a bed all day,
Listening to nurses talk like a sewing circle
Slipped into the machine
All of the screens, metal gleaming
Talking normal and then sleeping
Wake up before they finished
Alive awake alert enthusiastic
Blondie in the holding room
Take me to discharge
The old wheeling out the young
Backwards, but I am done.
Not a new heart, but a way to it.