come down to the kitchen


the light is dim and electric blue

like the old florescent lights

that sputtered in the kitchens

of my childhood


the night is cool

and traffic in some distance

roars like waves on a shore


come down

sit with me

the radio is playing doom

in soft mellow muzak


the coffee is warm

and 4 a.m. wouldn't feel so lonely


if you came down and joined me








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