Muscatel And Blue

The restaurant atmosphere was flowing with burdensome highlights

Talk that is reserved for taverns, inside of fast cars and bullpens

Waitress or server, she carried on like she was conducting a survey

Interview me if you wish and I will answer with stories, pulled from the grey

Wise and foolish people all around, eating bleeding meat

I'm hungry and thirsty, there are words to eat

Sweet words to drink

Volumes to think

Lines that are blurred

She pours the red that drowns blue, the color of my memories of you

Love doesn't taste like hell

Even if it's muscatel

I see clearly now, the lines are crisp and never do I recall my plight

Just a sip, dear blue

Just a memory