Poetry For Everyday People
Wise As The Sun Is Blue (Layla)
There's a blue eyed
baby in our kitchen
my wife's toasting Bagels
there's capers, diced red onions,
cream cheese, smoked salmon,
grand parents at 41,
Mozart I will sip wine
tonight
and you will play
from my little
old broken antenna
Sony radio
where many symphonies
have spoken
in broken nights
aching hearts
lonely people
trying to get by
in there four walls
our own laboratory's
where we all work
on a cure
meaning seems easy
in those blue eyes
and the smell of bagels
toasting is comforting
as a holiday meal and
a family gathered
no matter the hell
between them or the
love
and at some point
we'll go to lunch
grab a cold beer
and a salad
look into the faces
of all the trapped
souls moving about
crawling spiders
weaving psychological
hell as bar stools
provide answers
that come easy
and the smell of
french fries can only
mean burgers and beer
burgers and beer
I have seen the
the light of innocence
today
in blue eyes
of eight month
through the eyes
of an eight month
grand pa
and I promise
I will always
sit here
writing you
trying to find us
a way out
or a way in
but mostly
to at least
pour us one.
baby in our kitchen
my wife's toasting Bagels
there's capers, diced red onions,
cream cheese, smoked salmon,
grand parents at 41,
Mozart I will sip wine
tonight
and you will play
from my little
old broken antenna
Sony radio
where many symphonies
have spoken
in broken nights
aching hearts
lonely people
trying to get by
in there four walls
our own laboratory's
where we all work
on a cure
meaning seems easy
in those blue eyes
and the smell of bagels
toasting is comforting
as a holiday meal and
a family gathered
no matter the hell
between them or the
love
and at some point
we'll go to lunch
grab a cold beer
and a salad
look into the faces
of all the trapped
souls moving about
crawling spiders
weaving psychological
hell as bar stools
provide answers
that come easy
and the smell of
french fries can only
mean burgers and beer
burgers and beer
I have seen the
the light of innocence
today
in blue eyes
of eight month
through the eyes
of an eight month
grand pa
and I promise
I will always
sit here
writing you
trying to find us
a way out
or a way in
but mostly
to at least
pour us one.
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Wise As The Sun Is Blue (Layla)
Wise As The Sun Is Blue (Layla)
