Black Coffee BluesFinding myself up well before the sun
stumbling through the confusion of darkness and silence
before consciousness tricks me into existence
with the accompaniment of a bitter cowboy ballad.
Black coffee and Gram Parsons at 5 o'clock;
as the lights come on inside
I sit shivering the first day of December
and begin to contemplate the blackness outside.
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The darkness holds the potential of forms. It is full of them...
sometimes there is an escape ...
...and then things begin to happen!
Text and Photographs Copyright 2007 by David H. Roche
