brothermarcus
Bluelighter
laying at the end of winter
a warm gin and tonic in hand
cigarette smoldering on my lips
waiting for the sunbeams to descend
from a town of brick and mortar
in a home of silent pain
sitting alone in a cloud of smoke
waiting for the rain
lost my lighter to a frightened child
some money to a night of rum
slowing down with empty wine bottles
stumbling through these blind days
with this car of steel and plastic
from this heart of broken dreams
playing sappy tunes to ease my mind
watching for the truant sunbeams.
a warm gin and tonic in hand
cigarette smoldering on my lips
waiting for the sunbeams to descend
from a town of brick and mortar
in a home of silent pain
sitting alone in a cloud of smoke
waiting for the rain
lost my lighter to a frightened child
some money to a night of rum
slowing down with empty wine bottles
stumbling through these blind days
with this car of steel and plastic
from this heart of broken dreams
playing sappy tunes to ease my mind
watching for the truant sunbeams.
