Karsten Turrey

That Time of Day

Late nights
Underneath the stars
Have always been some of
My favorite times

 

A bottle beside the
Campfire
A tent with the fly removed
Laughing with women

 

Driving down
The darkness
Underneath a full moon
Music turned up
Top down
Little to no sleep

 

Walking through a thunderstorm
Lightning flashing
Wind howling
Rain in my face

 

Darkness has always
Intrigued me
Bad weather brings
Out the best in me

 

A smile on my face
As the power cuts out
A cigarette in my mouth
As the rain comes down

 

Cigarettes last longer in the rain
As a few drops soak
Into the tobacco they slow
The burn

 

In the wind on the other hand
Cigarettes only seem to last a
Few moments before they
Turn to ash and blow
To the earth
From once they came

 

Wind or rain
Cigarettes always taste
Better at night
In the crisp air
With a
Cold drink

Comments1

  • FredPeyer

    Have to agree with you, Karsten, your nice happy poem says it all!



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