Kel

I’m thinly soaking the sun off the concrete
Talking to my friend
Drinking in her pain, it’s a bitter coffee.
He’s sun beaten down upon her red hair. Curls in her rear view.

He don’t wanna work. He put the lack in slack.

I listen and feel slow syrup leave her lips.
Driven from the 2nd chance state to a greater fate.
While keeping it like ray charles said ”Georgia on my mind”.

The smell of the morning @ 5am is sweet like magnolia.
The drive alone to the gym is no use cryin.

When I hear her voice with pain, I pain. She’s been the steadfast pillar.
But even pillars have to crumble a bit. They can be fixed.

But, as she said “it takes time”.
I always thought that statement was bullshit. To an extent it is.
We are all born into a different queue.

I just think her bounce like a superb all waits for a sunny day to hit the ground.

Kel.
10/11/2008