Make My Day

With a pen and nothing to write on
and less light than the closing-in dawn
With vodka,
dust,
and memories
I wait…
with one song left to play

With a morning, quiet as can be
The horizon, baring the sea
Anew
Without you
I wait…
a patch of wilting clay

With words and nothing more
With a glass and nothing to pore
awake,
alone,
extinct,
I wait…
For you to make my day