12-03-2020, 11:45 PM
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Dinner Dream
Tonight, I cooked dinner—
fried spaghetti, Coors to drink,
foxglove adorns the table.
Frank Zappa is coming,
Ray Bradbury, van Gogh too--
and I’ll be there for sure.
Just thinking about it
cheers up my lonely apartment—
we’ll laugh, tell stories, make music.
I answer a knock at the door,
but when I open it,
there’s no Frank, Ray, or Vincent.
It’s just another me
staring back at myself,
but do I want to let myself in?
Nothing’s changed, I’ll be a good guest…
eat, drink, laugh, make music, and
learn to love myself again.
Dinner Dream
Tonight, I cooked dinner—
fried spaghetti, Coors to drink,
foxglove adorns the table.
Frank Zappa is coming,
Ray Bradbury, van Gogh too--
and I’ll be there for sure.
Just thinking about it
cheers up my lonely apartment—
we’ll laugh, tell stories, make music.
I answer a knock at the door,
but when I open it,
there’s no Frank, Ray, or Vincent.
It’s just another me
staring back at myself,
but do I want to let myself in?
Nothing’s changed, I’ll be a good guest…
eat, drink, laugh, make music, and
learn to love myself again.