Posted by frank
on December 5, 2008, 11:28 am
nostalgia in the night
once upon a time
on a night like this
I’d rise from my bed
get outside
under cover on the porch
and as the rain
gentled down above my head
light a flame
take a drag
glow into the darkness
and the murmurings
of quiet
cigarette smoke
and a sense of peace
no-one else awake
or alive
only me on planet earth
at two a.m.
I salute the rain by listening
from the bed where I’ve laid down
old habits
and tuned into the happiness
of a show-biz frog
rendition-ing across the street
for a moment
I almost felt the touch against my lips
blue smoke against black night
at two a.m.
I’m an aging fool
lighting up nostalgic sins
and I really should know better
so good night
yes
good night
as I drift away
I can hear a gentle rain
lay down
~
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