Sonnets From Other Lives: Cole
The song kept ending with no resolution--
just hung there in the air & putrefied.
For the life of him a viable solution
eluded every chord change that he tried.
Myrra called last night, so of course he
is suffering the old heart burn again.
Her with her flirty ambiguities...
Yes? No? Now? Not now? OK then when?
He got up from the piano--made a drink.
Why did he let her get to him? Why couldn’t he
just let it go? These days he couldn’t think
straight. Why should it take so long
to write an ending to a stupid song?
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