After a Storm Named Irene
The pounding rain
Beat
Like a toddlers hand
On an old Indian drum
Waking up memories
That I had long forgotten
Songs
That I knew so well
But have forgotten
Now decide to return
Chattering aimlessly on
About why
They decided
To come again
On this particular day
Which of course
Made me smile
Throughout the day
No matter how hard
I attempted to ignore it
The old music kept playing
In my head
So for the rest of the day
Though I tried
The music continued
To followed me
Everywhere I went
Growing louder and louder
Until my whole day
Was a medley
Of the 1960’s
Note: My headache kept getting worse
It was just about this time
That a second cup of coffee
Would have been perfect
But the hurricane
That had just passed
Blew all the electricity
Away
Not being
A campfire kind of guy
Boiling water
Was not in my nature
After some time
I lit up a second cigarette
While drinking what remained
Of my cold
Once hot morning coffee
Half & Half without sugar
About this time
I was fairly certain
If I waited long enough
The single cup
Would work its magic
And chase my sleepiness away
So
I drank what remained
Closed my eyes
Leaned back
And fell fast asleep
It was typical
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