Tea Leaf

"Tea Leaf"

"The tea kettle's whistling in an ambient harmony
My cup is empty on the counter awaiting the tea
To be fed from the spoat down into my ceramic mug
With a picture of snow falling that my Father gave me
I used to take it three teaspoons and a dash of milk
Now all I can do is drink it alone, bland and bitter
The sun plays in the steam creating fog on my lenses
Taking my sip, burning my tongue, never wanting to be the quitter

My miserable demeanor is dragging my friends along
And all I can do is write another depressing song
I can't decided whether I'm begging for the attention
None of my self inflicted problems are worth the mention..."

Sean Jude Elsasser