Sunday Morning Music
David Brown
Sunday morning music laps over me
I sun myself in the shallows of its sensual sea
A mellow-tone saxophone
Blows the blues from my home
Keys interweave with the breeze
To tease the leaves and the flirting curtains
Sunday morning music smells of coffee and toast
It percolates through the papers - an alcohol antidote
It’s the taste of safe space
A pause in the rat race
Time to unwind in the warm
Of the calm before the stormy Monday
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