Nothing But Your Overcoat Blues
John Mark Ivey
Rain coming in through the open window
and you thought Sugar was sweet.
Dancing in your overcoat
as your bare feet smack the puddle on the floor.
A one-winged Maple Samara
can still fly down to the ground
but instead stays upon the limb
until its beckoning call.
So don't let the leaking roof
that protects us
from some of the descending rain
bring you down to Earth.
Singing at the top of your lungs
not a single care in the world, almost.
There I go again, spoiling the game
and please pass me my overcoat.
