Just heart burn, a bowl of cereal, and The Civil Wars playing
Thinking about a woman I don’t know
Or might know but not know that I do
Wondering how much longer this trying road will wander
Life is like
And then I stop, because the truth is much more troubling
Life is like life, and that’s all
Any of us can truly say. But that’s alright, ain’t it?
Just one more soup bowl to be cleaned, that’s life
Summed up with a side of toast and raspberry Jelly
Long day stretching out across a short horizon, has the sun
Wobbled up over them Kentucky hills?
There’s something to be said for the smell
Of coffee, caffeine, and early morning breezes
Got my poetry packed, my stories ingested, notes ready
Pen in pocket, jeans laid out, shower going
Teeth brushed, and student’s mask worn
But still I’m sittin’ here wondering
About that fat burning ball of light, the short stretch
Of a long day. What’s the creek smell like back home?
Sugar creek, Lock 8, old hills, little holler
Here I am in Lexington big and wide
Thinking of a little place down the road,
Wondering. What’s this day going to hold?