good is great

This thing was good
and I could keep on being with it.
Was it a Tuesday? Sure.
Had I been across the Atlantic? No.
But I was sure that Suzan didn't hate me anymore.
I tried to give the sandwich three different names
a lot of B and O's because well that's who I am.
a pigeon flew done
and I realized that good is great has an old friend said.
Will Suzan marry me probably not
will I see that thing on that day?
No, but I know that I can.