Flo is Cheryl Kanner, for whom Jennie’s Song was written. Since we never had any kind of romantic link it’s interesting that I wrote her two songs. I don’t think I ever played this for her, or for anyone else for that matter. I wasn’t really happy with it. But Elliot made it a lot more listenable. The instrumental riff between verses is taken from some melody of Mussorgsky I’m fairly certain, but I have no idea what it is.
Lyrics
Sweet Flo
Every muggy Monday might be much too much to make
The rain it droops and oozes, I’d feel more relaxed in torrents
Everybody’s waiting for that one big cloud to break
Save one iconoclast who waits for Florence
And if patience be a virtue then it’s patience I forgive with
For I know that what can’t hurt you is impossible to live with
And everybody’s making like they know
(cho) Sweet Flo, it’s so
Any second now she will let go
And I’m waiting ‘cause they tell me
She’s too young to really know
But I know Sweet Flo will grow
Me I sit here wondering about her appetite
Finding Django Reinhardt or a poem by D.H. Lawrence
Only when she’s hungry does she offer you a bite
And you can’t refuse an offering from Florence
And if giving is a virtue she is happy to comply
I buy it ‘cause she says it as she winks a weary eye
And no one’s quite so sure now if they know
(cho)
Everybody’s giving up and wanting to go home
Hoping it will rain so hard they’ll have no say about it
Florence wonders if the rain has meter like a poem
And if not how it falls so well without it
And if insight is a virtue then the skies will certainly clear up
Then comes the dry and lingering night that nobody will cheer up
And no one now would dare to say they know
(cho)