curled up on the couch
listening to the rain
listening to the blues
watching the cat bury non-existent food
thinking of love
thinking of loss
remembering men and music gone by
my CD shelves are filled with the music of men gone by.
music and men, the men are better gone
but the music makes me shine.
the men are better gone.
all but one, the only one
to leave no music behind.
i just can’t keep from crying
but the sun’s gonna shine on my back door