Gini

Sometimes in this place, you just don't know, what its going to take, the same with those, who forget to show, don't rate their jobs, it's best when you pray, give yourself a blow, bless those who're late, how their stories show, when sheepish they follow, friends who go alone, I really want to skate, moonlit hills not stones, maybe have to wait, this café trade is slow, early wine’s not to waste, a crowded bar might atone, it’s a happy day, listening to a jazz solo, a cigarette in my face, morning feels like home.