Lose the Cool

Lose the cool for Summer is almost over you won't need it for Autumn for sure. This place does not appreciate your maple scarf and maroon socks Even though they used to keep me warm. I'll watch the flowers bloom alone, sipping tea in a tranquil mood. I'll whistle my soul- freed from you, polishing to shiny, my old leather shoes. You won't see me, my old blues, You will never guess how and why I've dropped my cool.