Ficlets

i got one hand resting on a tumbler
the other loosely holds a pen
an unopened pack of cigarettes
welcome solace to my zen
ice hits the bottom of an empty glass
with an all too familiar clink
so when i swagger to the kitchen
to make myself another drink
i hit replay on my cd deck
van morrison saturates the air
got a page that needs some honesty
ill give as much as i can dare
at times it holds a giggle
or it may even shed a tear
this bourbons getting blurry
so its time to switch to beer
well ive written one and reworked two
and that will have to do it for the night
before i clean the ink from my right hand
ill post another poor mans copyright