the best part of the day

there’s something about the morning
before the sun cracks the sky
nothing but streetlights
and the glow of a monitor
it’s white
that first sip of black coffee
and that first drag
from a rolled cigarette
at 6 am my dog paces
and my cats scatter
the mind is still quiet,
with dreams receding before their time
fresh from handicapped sleep
if only this moment
could last for twelve hours
no messages,expectations
no calls, no concerns
other than expelling these words
to a digital pad
all i have is a desktop
littered with wires, beer caps
and a stained keyboard
you’re not so alone when
you learn to type




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