Rainy Day

Woke up this morning
Grey rainy day
Turned on the TV watched Talking Heads 
They didn't have much to say

I got all kind of balls
But no one wants to play

I think I will try writing a poem
About people who are all alone
About souls far from home

How we all came to this place
Which we soon learn is not very safe

Wondering what came before
Dreading the day
We walk through Death's Door

I think I will take another sip
Boy...Vanilla Vodka is a trip
Makes love to my lip

So this is how life goes
For a Poet knows
Loneliness inspires prose