Desire’s not for coffee but for you
in the way you bend your neck
that’s not for me but for stars above.
You never read a book, but talk
of how the future is
from lines of hand and eyes
you’re poetry in footsteps,
in the way you walk,
and in your voice a meadowlark.
So when I’m leaving
for the valley down below
please save a piece of me in you
but in your cup of coffee, sense
its warmth and not the bitterness
of dregs I left behind.
Come join us with your tribute to Bob Dylan, pub opens at 3 PM EST.
October 13, 2016