© Christopher Raine
www.RaineReflections.com
Hard-boiled Monday
Grapefruit-hard,
boiled-egg moments pass
between slices
of half-eaten burnt toast
a weeping window’s
Monday dream
peeling white-cracked paint
and dry-dun window putty
The indivisible morning grey,
aching and wet,
lingers; longing for love
like Chet Baker’s trumpet
playing from an Art Deco radio
swirling walnut sounds
among polished brass trims
and acorn knobs
Tendrils of steam sigh
from a clunky French press
black coffee-curious aromas
nutshell and earthy rich,
like a collection of wood antiques,
refurbished by craftsman’s hands,
in the warm sawdust sun
of bright morning yesterdays
RAINE REFLECTIONS