Thursday, March 26, 2015

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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