Taste the bitter sweet; it rolls off the taste buds like the lemon it was squeezed from
Tequila, sun rise, salt splash and that pucker face, gulp – six down, that’s the sum
Feather like, morning muscles tight, retina red with a sunken look of sleep impaired
Docile, enduring the slump of a hangover, consequences of whiskey and tequila paired
Dry mouth, chapped lips, stomach growls, and its feeding time for the beast inside
Bare box of a fridge, storing condiment packets; time to hit the road for a ride
Dim lit small town diner, bacon grease and sausage inhale, nostril-gasm, mhmm coffee
Menu, “No I’ll take the usual” while browsing the fresh baked pies; look, free toffee
Cream colored, bean roasted, white like the foggy mist lingering in the valley
One, two, three stacks of jacks, maple liquid rush, a side of bacon to tally
Sun dazed through unwashed glass, a yawn, and I’m ready to pass
Out of sight, mind, too kind – cash out, tip, a final sip before mass
Church bells ringing, singing, perfume lingering outside the open oak doors
Men dazed with their wives, sitting still, updates whisper of the scores
Gathering of the eldest and the youngest, the sinners and the saints
A miracle, it’d be just what the doctor ordered, and the fat lady would faint
Herding the doors as the pasture lets out, the choir sings one last song
The gospel, biblical, don’t ridicule; there is only forgiveness, no right or wrong
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