Coffee and Eggs
I wondered how her kiss would seem.
Drifting, I found out in a dream.
I felt the love that was concealed
as soft and tender lips would yield.
What do I want for breakfast?
The question surely begs.
I'll stop at Mabel's diner
for black coffee and eggs.
I slid into an empty chair
and gazed from her shoes to her hair.
Yet, I would not be unmasked
when my lovely Mabel asked,
"What do I want for breakfast?"
The question surely begs.
"I'm growing sleepy on the road.
I'll have coffee and eggs."
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