a dime.

my heavy eyes
rest peacefully on the
air between
and so does the frail
trails of curls.

the twisted tongue
has it sorted out tonight
with a little help from my friends.
there’s only one tune
that would swoon
the dusk into dark.

it won’t be long
before these trained fingers
go to work
yet again, keeping the
soul sane and letting my eyes
smell the Californian rain.

and it’s same every night.

but wait, a slight change is
in the order of our light
tonight.

i just found a dime
in my pocket.