Empty Pocket Melody

Froth of warm brew, sipped between the lips
Sipped slowly, drenching throat
And comforting body of it's permeating intent
Long inhale, stimulating ease of a drag
From the strong kick of a malboro cigarette
Set perfectly somewhere between the pointer and middle finger of my hand

Mind in tangles
Now unwinding
No thinking about empty pockets
Whose laden with the company of grime and lint
Head, now breathing 'long with a pace of my heart's steady beat
Cold winter grip squeezes my lungs, with every breath in seek of defeat
But still no worries as of yet
Even with a mind untangling
There ain't one single regret
Not one felt

Exiting bulky door, of the corner cafe
Bleak canvas, image of the dire grey
Landscape focus on the overcoat soul
The man's humble role, finding his own way
No possession for home
Embracing thoughts
Street talk
Stone walls
City walk
Skies filled with calm storms
No matter the weather however,
Cause regrets wherever, whenever
Are best left behind, all for better

Author's Note

irrelevant: follow the Dylan, 8 poems a morning lol :p

Reviews

[Hannah Paige]

This is so perfect. I would copy/paste my favorite line from this poem, but i can't choose which line is my favorite.

[Raven Starhawk]

I am becoming a broken record as I sit here and think of words on how to praise this. ^^* It was penned wonderfully.

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Amazing. Loved it.

[Inyourshadow]

Over coat soul I love that metaphor, this is a piece tainted with such honesty as to touch home with the readers. If indeed you were imitating Dylan u believe you nailed it, I could see him in black and White dropping his placards with your words on and looking all in at a world in his overcoat soul. Keep em' coming

[The Analog Kid]

This leaves a feeling of fleeting moments you captured so well.