What's the Story..?

...morning glory....

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Black Coffee [Julie London]

I'm feelin' mighty lonesome
Haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor
And watch the door
And in between I drink
Black coffee
Love's a hand-me-down brew
I'll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room

I'm talking to the shadows
Of one o'clock before
And Lord how slow the months ago
When all I do is pour
Black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I'm hanging out on the moveMy Sunday dreams to dry



Now a man is born to go lovin'
A woman's born to weep and fret
To stay home and tend her oven
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes

I'm leavin' on the mornin'
Mournin' all the night
And in between, it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Feelin' low as the ground
It's drivin' me crazy
This waitin' for my baby
To maybe come around
To maybe come around
Pour me black coffee
And I'll come around

quiet time and some good music... ;)

Just my dog...[A poem by Gene Hill]

 "He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; 

my other ears that hear above the winds. 

He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea

  He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; 

by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; 

by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. 

(I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) 

 When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. 

When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. 

 When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. 

  When I am a fool, he ignores it. 

When I succeed, he brags. 

Without him, I am only another man. 

With him, I am all-powerful. 

 He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. 

With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. 

He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. 

His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. 

 His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. 

He has promised to wait for me... whenever... wherever - in case I need him.

 And I expect I will - 
as I always have. 
He is just my dog."

He is just my dog- a poem by Gene Hill

pictures: MARINA & ME- An early morning walk in July ´11/Copyright © K.U.