Pool Boy

Blue, blue, blue, blue —

I keep it blue for you.

I keep it blue for you.

Chlorine at seven, skim the leaves by nine,

Mrs. Hollis waves from the kitchen every time.

Twenty-two summers, twenty-two pools,

I have never once been in.

Blue, blue, blue, blue

— I keep it blue for you.

The water's perfect.

It's always been perfect.

The Vasquez boy grew up and bought a house with a pool.

He called me. He said,

"You're the best in town." He said,

"Same time Thursday?" — and I said yes.

I said yes.

Blue,

blue, blue, blue — I keep it blue for you.

Don't get in. I just did the edges.