The Only Poem

Sunday Morning

Sunday morning, praise the dawning
It's just a restless feeling by my side...
Sunday morning and I'm falling
I've got a feeling I don't want to know

Too often, Sunday spells silence around here. I perform a one man play called "How can I make this Sunday be lazier than the one before?" I sat around, picked some songs for the October Mix, and kept fine tuning The Current Crush mix. I decided I want to serenade someone with The Beatle's "This Boy". If only I could play guitar. If I only I knew who to sing to. The other night I sang some Rufus for the pirate while driving. Sunday is over. For some reason it is hard for me to fall asleep Sunday nights. What I want is to go run around. A little strawberry wine with some Tom Waits and "Motion Picture Soundtrack". I'll even sing "If you wear that velvet dress" if I get really drunk.

Anyways, write me. you. now. don't wait. say hello.

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