I step up to
an imaginary bar
as the tender pitches a highball--
some non-existent bourbon
to the brain with hope
the mind will find a way
to cease trying to fix the unfixable.
Without success,
I wrap my hands around
the cup of tea and stare
out the kitchen window
wondering if there's warmth outside
in the light
of a dying autumn sun.
Inspired by the music of: Queen - My Melancholy Blues (Instrumental)
1 comment:
I love it and it fits the music well! Do I hear some angst here?
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