morning coffee

there aren’t enough hours in the morning

to let me back in;

dream machine.

glowing numbers tick and bells scream

still, she sleeps as i wipe away the emerging daze from my eyes.

an unnoticed sunrise morning

lost in tail lights; break lights

traffic jam fights

lost in rainfall, drowning us all!

there aren’t enough hours in the morning

to let me back in;

dream machine.

glowing numbers tick and bells scream

still, she sleeps as i wipe away the emerging daze from my eyes.

setting a kiss on her forehead, i go start the day.

the rain kissed the pavement

as the puddles splashed my discovering routine clean.

white knuckled grip

paused by the red light coffee sip;

heavy sleepy eyes loom

in sake for the business groove.

there aren’t enough hours in the morning

to let me back in;

dream machine.

glowing numbers tick and bells scream

still, she sleeps as i wipe away the looming daze from my eyes.

setting a kiss on her forehead, i go start the day.

still, she sleeps as i wipe away the emerging daze from my eyes.

c.2016 bgw

About bradford graham west

enjoy poetry about life, emotion and everything in between. it's real and true. - please read and enjoy! - bgw
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