Let’s Talk About the Weather

So here I am again,
there’s brandy in my coffee
and an aching in my head.
The smoke in here is wafting
and the music is a drag,
my pen is running dry
my notebook is full,
I’m writing on the margins.
I will run out of space
before I clear my head.
I will see your face
before I see my bed.
Snow gets deeper and deeper
but it isn’t that cold,
the sky is purple.
There I go again,
talking about the weather
I ramble and ramble
when I have something to say.
Like a labyrinth I get lost
I am no Daedalus,
I never get around to meaning anything,
but I say it anyway.


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