Side of Toast

Eggs and a mess of bacon. Over easy, crispy as a nun in hell.
Coffee with thicker creamers, make that cow udderly renowned.
Magnificent Formica yawns. I only got until dawn and the sun is
kicking my ass from behind, for waiting, for her pretty much knowing
if I've lingered too long.

Toast, rye bread if you got it, bourbon if you don't. That peanut butter
smear looks mighty fine on your chipped black fingernail. What's yours
is only tonight partly mine. For one night a side of toast hold the home fries
I got fires to fight I got moral evidence to defy. You've got me pancaked between
heaven and the foulest lies.

They use margarine on the grill. I can hear screams of vegetables sizzling in that
frigid air Denver omelette always meant to drink that mile high city dry, but I don't
know where my love of mountains went. The hills and your thighs sucked the air
out of my dreams and left only small pains to cry. Your eyes lock with mine. Let us share
a plate of love supreme, gulp mugs of Coltrane’s wine.