The Song Poem by Bill Kamen
The Song
I awaken to an early-morning rain,
with a song in my head.
The room dim and still,
empty beer bottles and ashtrays filled
from the night's passion.
As I climb out of an empty bed,
lyric pain awakens the uncertainty.
I know it's over or
did it ever really begin?
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
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