Grey Friend

Grey Friend I might go into town today nothing particular on my mind I'll bring my small grey friend we'll talk to pass the time My small grey friend is fickle sometimes he'll leave me be while I drink my warm sweet coffee I never know when he'll leave I don't mind his presence really wish him to go away sometimes you need grey friends there, to remind you anyway I might stare at nothing fixate on nothing essential gaze into some far distance become morose, maybe antisocial Other days I'll write a verse wrapped in barbed steel strands rip and tear my lines using stiff and stony hands