One Night Stand
I sit at the kitchen table & watch you,
No speaking on this smoky morn of blue,
Into empty cup you pour coffee scented plans,
Scrambled hopes, fried words shriveled in the pan,
The toaster pops, spewing burnt useless dreams,
Down the sink go last night´s drunken schemes,
Another one night stand, I walk out the door,
Always looking for something, much, much more.
© Copyright, Sue Lobo 2015
Response to our Inspiration Call on April 28, 2015
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Photo Credit: © Serge Kozak/Corbis Royalty free photos
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