standing in the downpour, thirsty soul, drenched in happiness
deep in the forest among the acorns
deep into thought like the leaves piled on the forest floor
without putting up with the occasional sunny day -
we wouldn’t appreciate the clouds and rain as much
rode into town once it stopped raining
met a friend and me and my friend, were the only two souls in the old once grand
but now seen better days street level bar this afternoon
talked about the new times, talked about the old times
talked about the never happened times
got ready to leave but the storm was being apoplectic--- so I’ll have another
one more drink turned into several more but I didn’t mind
it wasn’t like I had anywhere to go
we agreed life should be a crescendo, not a fade-out
headed out around 6, I think it was 6
went home and made a pot of coffee
coffee is reality, tea is a hug, and I needed some reality
late night with some old no.7 and some jazz
that painting of St. Jude I was doing
turned into a fine example of abstract psychedelia instead
