The wind beats against the window
a cat pads by
it knocks over a bottle
I look up
...
The ship of my life it is sinking
falling beneath a great wave
and all this has set me to thinking
life will send me to an early grave
...
He sits in a corner booth
Hunched over a bottle of cheap whiskey
An old cigarette smolders in his hand
Speaking to no one
...
The Cat
The wind beats against the window
a cat pads by
it knocks over a bottle
I look up
in hope that it's her
it's not
not anymore
never again