I woke up with
A sore back, and
stepped in cat
***** when my
feet hit the floor.
I turned on the
radio, and My Favorite
Things was playing,
the John Coltrane
version.
It reminds me of
rainy July nights.
I make some coffee,
And check the book sales.
Hey, I got a couple in
India, and the coffee tastes
right.
I take it as it comes.
Black and true, like
Steinbeck's bones.
Don’t forget about the
goings of mice and men.
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbj9bj58Txw