Irish Coffee
Irish coffee Sunday
...soft sweet
buzz
rolling around in my mind
there's her--
a thousand miles away
and me--
stuck since Christmas
preparing to leave
a bad man I am
to be restless as water
flowing right into
every crevice of her being
every nook and cranny ...
the width, height, and depth
of her soul
opened up for me
will I ever find no place to go
I hope so
yep ...laying my money down
she's bluffing or
better than I thought
either way I
can't lose what I never had
and it's worth it to "feel
the road rushing under my wheels" *
water doesn't know
where it's running
but places to go
it never runs out of
like these Sunday thoughts running
on and on--
--bartender
--'nother Irish Coffee, please
* from "Running on Empty" by Jackson Brown
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