Poet in the Rain

It’s Four AM

2/3/2011

Copy Write 2011 Gordon Kuhn

It’s four AM

Captain Morgan knows my name

He’s aglow with fame and standing just behind

The cabinet near the floor nearby the office door

Where the liquor hides from public view

But through the wood the voices pay their due

To invite the weaker of the men to forget the oath not to sin

If sin it is to imbibe in a holy ritual to subscribe

And thus the men stand in complete divide

As one they cannot cope with the other there

And neither wishes for the other’s irritated stare

But both must truly in thought explore that which divides

For nothing can separate but that which hides

And neither the other wins when one the other chides

And once the glass is lifted the two become the one

And the one wishes the night to continue and not see the coming sun.