Coltrane.
Coffee.
Letter writing.
If I have to be alone
This morning
I can still snuggle up
With jazz
And share words with a friend
From miles away.
We both listen
To the same wind
Against the walls.
And wonder
What comes next?
Bright White Morning
Coltrane.
Coffee.
Letter writing.
If I have to be alone
This morning
I can still snuggle up
With jazz
And share words with a friend
From miles away.
We both listen
To the same wind
Against the walls.
And wonder
What comes next?
by Julie Blue 