black coffee in a white cup on a dark blue morning
that was this morning’s headline
extra! extra! read all about it!
I walked into the rain without a care in the world
or without much else
or an umbrella for that matter and it didn’t matter
autumn drenching refreshing
found a soft concrete wall to sit on
chilly rain falling on me like I was a statue
felt like a statue
a ship stuck on a sandbar
surrounded by reflecting silver puddles
reflected myself +++++++++
on the coast somewhere, water is washing up on the sand
seagulls are squawking, and a lost soul is seeking solace
in the sounds of the sea
in and out in and out rinse repeat
I’m getting a healthy case of wet
diagnosis dialed in the prognosis is good
walk into town drenched neon
see the car, hear the splash
my lost soul is transported to the sounds of the sea
