The Painted Tin Ceiling of the Sky

The jukebox plays Frank,
and the old bar and grill sags
beneath dust and grimy walls,
lead paint peeling off from above.
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(Memories sweet and sad
linger of the essence of you.)
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Momentary reflection
is a mistake. For what
happened happened
both good and good
and with the bad.
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(we never could quite
reconnect again - but we did try)
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I miss the old days sometimes.
This old place will be a
coffee haven soon - what romance
can be sparked over latte and
a smoke free environment?
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Youth it was so simple
and flawed.
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(And they won't play Frank anymore.
Buy the CD - with your takeout grande.)
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A mind wanders back
and wonders -
what I woulda, coulda,
shoulda done.
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Life's journey
can be fickle.
Why test the fates?
Now - so late.
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You are what you are
and where you should be.
Any other path leads
onto, into, assumptions
and imagined destinies.
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The good road; the bad road?
Soft ego strokes.
Hard Ego Hits.
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Soft karma (?)
a shuffle of the cards.
Hard fate - served
on plain white plates.
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A mind wanders back
and wonders?
Why some judgement calls
did not hit the mark?
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(Memories sweet and sad
linger of the essence of you.)
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And saying I'm sorry
now to another long gone
or to one's self
seems far too lazy
and too late - too late.
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In retrospect.
We had or seemed
to have so little control.
Best to blame the gods.
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Only two things true
about life -
death and taxes.
(worth repeating -
death and taxes.)
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Everything else, like love,
is or has been merely
coincidence perhaps.
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And what is coincidence?
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(like our meeting)
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I told you once. Did you listen?
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Coincidence is
nothing more than
excess energy - bouncing off
the painted tin ceiling
of the sky.

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