the storm, dissipated
the wind became breeze
and the wave a ripple
Tranquility
has finally reached port
and the sunlight splits the morning
like the orange I just peeled
What is that scent?
for it smells like home
salt water, perfume and gasoline
I revisit that old coffee shop
smoke a cigarette
(who the hell am I kidding?)
and smoke the whole pack
I take a deep breath
then a good drag
and as the smoke lifts up
on it's senseless suicidal flight
thoughts of you come back
slowly and strong
like a lunar tide
or are they hovering flies?
I roll the Times
and scare them away
I take a big expresso gulp
a good drag from my smoke
get up and leave the news for someone else
I must carry on with my day
cause when it comes to passion
when it comes to love and rage
patience, I have not
Like a lunar tide
slowly and strong
my footsteps on the sand
remain two steps behind me
until the next wave comes
... and washes them away
Wait for you I won't
but if you wish to find me
I'll be sitting by the dock
eating the orange I just peeled
as my heart begins to heal
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