Poetry seems to be in my blood these days. It must be the wine, now that the summer is gone again.
I went for eggs, bacon and coffee at Mellos. I picked up some coffee beans from Ideal Cafe, came home, and wrote this song.
I wrote this poem a couple of days go, after I picked up some wine.
I wrote this last night, after I posted the Charles Bukowski poem.
Thanks for the poem. I read “the difference between a bad poet and a good one is luck”
BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI because @ALL_CAPS sent it my way and it is an awesome poem.