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