Coffee With My MuseA Poem by The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)Grabbing
two mugs Filling
them with hot java, One for
myself, one for my muse.
I then just
sit back and watch Her in
action; She stirs
her coffee With a tube
of bright red lipstick Even though
she takes it black.
There is no
way to take my eyes Off her lips When she puts the cup to her mouth And blows; Swearing
that the ripples Were rings
of fire.
She puts
her coffee down Without
taking a sip; Opting to
bend forward And play
with her stiletto, Sliding it
off then back on While
giggling like a schoolgirl.
Biting her
lip just hard enough To draw
blood; Taking a
Kleenex from her purse She dabs
the crimson drop Fold is up
and tucks it into her bra.
Finally she
picks back up her cup Throwing it
in my face Then
storming off, Lucky for
me it was cold As the
hardened look She gave
me.
I was left
in awe once again By her
unpredictable actions. So I
contemplated what it all meant While
sipping my coffee As I jotted
down thoughts Even I
didn’t understand.
Though my
morning drink was icy My imagination
was burning The tip of
my mind Thank to
sharing another surreal moment With my
muse over coffee.
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Added on August 22, 2014Last Updated on August 22, 2014 AuthorThe Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)It's better to be dead and cool than alive and uncoolAboutBirth name: Dale Deadmond Born November 20th, 1969 Metaphorically speaking music is my BFF and poetry is my soulmate. This is my world of my favorite poets are E.A. Poe, Dylan Thomas, R.. more..Writing
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