Empty Bottle

An empty bottle. Loads of those. Hangovers. Sleep overs. Funk drunk nights. Mornings. Days. Days after. One after another. No drinks. No big deals. No news. Some bills. Maybe a discount. Nothing really matters. I don't fucking care. Switch off the lights. Turn on the music. Dance. Cry. Try.

Have a moment. Talk to me. Where are you? Mayton Street number 6. Flat A. Black and white sheets. No patience. A glass of beer. In need of something. Anything. Everything. Or not. Or not. Or not.

Feel the blue. Listen to Blues. Dark room. Relentlessness mind. Soul. So what?

No guitar, no inspiration, no expectations. No toasts, no memories, no imagination. An empty bottle. A bloody empty bottle. No hangovers. No sleep overs. No funk drunk nights. A week or two. Not even goodbyes. An empty bottle. A bottle with no soul. So...

Sat Nam ;)