Hanging with the great Elvis and a poem. My midnight thoughts..
I am drinking alone at 6 pm and the night is going so damn slow and
I drinking the Blue Moon and I fall into the old songs.
Almost 9 pm and I pour a glass of whiskey and a glass of water and
I tell the night. Damn you Kelly, I miss your face, I miss your voice.
Almost midnight and I feel so damn alone and
I dance alone in my kitchen.
Tonight I told the night.
Maybe love, maybe not.
Maybe I have become the forgotten man?
Elvis is singing to me at 1 am and
I tell the glass of whiskey.
Damn you Kelly,
where were you when love was sweet?
Where were you when I yearned for the kiss,
the midnight dance?
Tonight I drink alone and
I have accepted my solitude.
I told the dead poet, John Donne.
Damn your words.
“You don’t find love, love will find you.”
Now the old poet wrote to paper.
When you waste the gift of love,
when you forget the kindness of love.
What do we become?
Coyote
We become lonely, I suppose, but Elvis helps.
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We become melancholy… Also better poets…
Goodnight, Coyote
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Goodnight dear Sassy. I am working the night shift. Editing my final book, needing a edit.
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