New Saint Louis Blues

Warm wine and late nights
Bathed in flashing airplane lights
Pretending that I see stars
When all that is above me is my hope
In what should be in front of me
I dive
Hiding in the corners of my own soul
Drowning in warm wine and late nights

Warm wine and late nights
Comforting words fluttering like
Ribbons from my lips
Fingertips creating melodies
Of faith and hope and liberty
Pretending that I love these
I cry
Hiding in the recesses of my mind
Drowning in warm wine and late nights.

Warn wine and late nights
Dread sitting on my chest, a box
Of overturned miserable rocks
Heaviness spilling over me
Like a lover’s arm
Asleep with assurance that we will
Always be this way
Who will encourage the encourager?
I lie prostrate
Running aimlessly toward
A horizon that may not ever be
Drowning in warm wine and late nights

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