Poetry Monday | 6 | I wrote this on one of those really good mornings.

Mornin' Baby

Jazz music and coffee is

Too sweet, too sweet
To be true, I love days like this.
Babe I can't wait till we kiss;
When our lips
Will meet, will meet
We'll set fire to the land
And leave this place hand in hand.

Steel and wood never
Looked so good

Except where we gather.
I would really rather,
Kiss by the river
I hope they understood
When we left the sand
And came to listen to this band.

It isn't ever blue,
Inside of me

When I'm holdin' you
I feel our love and it's true.
I wish I knew
When we, when we
Would be close again
And you'll walk right in.

Then I'll say,

Mornin' Baby.