This morning rain It's such a drain, But a bit of Bright Blond, Blows by,after the Dawn, Releasing a Sigh, Between the Yawns and yearns for coffee. As she fills my cup, her Smile seems to perk me up, So I drink it Fast To make sure it Lasts, That is until the next refill** ...............JMF 1994
This was written for a Waitress who was My muse inspiring me through a Complete Collection of ****** Poetry