And the Music Plays On

lonely on a sunday morning
as the coffee stains my mind
with memories of cantalope rind
and my fathers steady hand

tasting bitter dregs
as they wash across my thoughts
carrying all ive lost
in all this time

someone save me please
has always been my cry
just once… before i die
and the music plays on

© 2016 Stephen Boothe


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Sixty plus year old Network engineer, father, grandfather, webmaster, graphic designer, guitar/bass player, yogi from Texas. View all posts by txyogi

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