Slow, Slow, Slow
The light comes on
waking and looking around
getting in your first brainwork.
Need to drink some coffee, fire one up.
A few minutes go by
and you're writing something down
about crashing on some distant Moon
way out there...
Now back to some kind of reality or food,
time for some music, Coltrane or some Zeppelin?
Write till about five , and then mixed drinks,
smoke, and dinner.
Time slips away to more of the same.
I have to watch The Sunset,
I missed The Sunrise...
Then drift away, away, away...
Click... Off :))