last first light

Nothing to steal / not nothing no more
I got no TVs   / just close up the door
Don't bother with locks/ cause there's nothin' here
Once I have split the coast is all clear

Don't go looking for meds or hand guns or booze
Sheets on the beds all set for a snooze
Art on the walls and dishes on shelves
 Surfboards in halls, left to themselves
Wicker is all inside for a rest
Awaiting the butts of the next paying guest

What is the dearest thing I've got?
Maybe the Chemex coffee pot


cba said...

I take it you remembered to take your hairbrush.

Fade to Black said...

Well, I guess you don't need Plaine anymore.

Claudia said...

Back to plain text Monday. Take it, Plaine!