a coffee song

I don't know how the apology went
words like sand in thick cement
stirred too quickly like your passion
in hap-hazard and hidden fashion
convoluted and  oh so strong
a coffee song

an inkblot, just a little blight
a time-warp in this so called life

stirring wood--campfires blaze
bringing memories of other days
mountains high, saguaro green
forgetting pasts and what they mean

an inkblot, just a little blight
a time-warp in this so called life

it's all over; the fat lady sang
a cowboy song with country twang
no one really understood
that shroud you wore, it did no good
for a man with wordy depth 
I took the blame and then I left
 
an inkblot, just a little blight
a time-warp in this so called life

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License