inspiration blues

a friend’s apartment

beer and sticks of tea,
nights end, or early dawn,
depending on precision;

a couch, a pillow, and a girl.

mid-day awoke
from blissful slumber,
scarlet angel beside,
breathing soft,
safe, and tranquil;
perfume softening
shirt and pillow.

garbed in leather
made way to the balcony;
gentle rain, wandering,
the clouds inspire musing;

breathing deep
of night’s interlude,
i couldn’t help
but think of jack;

thinking of jack
i thought too,
of distant soul brother,
miles away
in nowhere zen NJ,
smoking his own
in equal ponderance;

back again longing
to share black, midnight
coffee conversations
and games of pool;

all night blues sessions
with coronet
and sprouting verse;

search for experience
vacuuming sands of time,
days and nights,
bleary eyed,
throat raw,
and heart wide open.

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