Morning Chill
Monday rolls up
there's not much to say
morning grey drizzle
seems on for the day
Perfection in circles
sizzling bud in a pipe
rings reach for the ceiling
fat, round, and tight
Rib-eye sits resting
six eggs on the pan
I mix three margaritas
then turn off the fan
After breakfast times two
it's all rhythm and blues
laying back on the sofa
settling into the soothe
Another hit from the bowl
guitar, drums and bass
sets the mind free to dream
in one's calm inner space
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