It's Monday, I'm In Love

coffee and cigarrettes and monday morning [semi] blues. bechet knows his stuff without a word being said and fortunately or not, so do i. the stuff you do or don't is usually but one gaze exchanged away. decisions, on the corner of this minute and the next. the time in between is more than often as bitter sweet as these 5' 45''. world, i found where i belong. i'll just wait for you to pick up the pace. meanwhile there's coffee getting cold in the pot and cigarrettes burning between my fingers.