The Sun Rises for Me Also

Some nights

I do all I need to prepare for tomorrow

And im beat

Lay down to read

It aint even 7 yet

And I find myself dozing

I start to dream about meeting Brett

On the

Boulevard de Rue

And Hemingway is with us

Buying a round of Pernods

“getting tight”

He says grumbly like a sea warrior washed up and salted

And I bounce from bar to café to bistro back to another dive

The hazy smells, the booze dazzling

What a life it is I think

And realize

It’s my own life too



Drink with friends

Prepare for tomorrow and fall asleep

Reading an autobiography

Someone else wrote

And he didn’t it end it too nicely

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